Fatally Yours

Chapter 64

•DOMINIK•

I leaned against the doorway, my arms folded over my chest, and let my eyes settle on her. Indiana lay on my bed, her breathing steady and soft, her face finally at peace after hours of emotional torment.

She'd fallen asleep in my arms, her body giving in to the exhaustion that had been clawing at her since she walked into this house. 

It had been an hour since then, and I hadn't moved from my spot, too caught up in my thoughts to do anything else. Carrying her upstairs and putting her to bed was the only thing I could think of after she'd broken down.

I couldn't let the others see her like that—vulnerable and raw. Not here. Not now. 

I rubbed the back of my neck, my jaw clenching. I understood how drained she must've been, physically and emotionally.

Running herself into the ground, chasing leads that went nowhere, flying halfway across the world to find me, only to be met with more resistance.

That kind of desperation weighed on a person, broke them down piece by piece. 

And seeing her like this—fragile, hurting—it did something to me I couldn't quite put into words. 

Despite everything that had happened between us, despite how everything changed the moment I found out she was an undercover cop, I'd tried.

God, I'd tried so hard to hate her.

To hold onto that anger, that betrayal, like it was armor. But the truth was, I couldn't.

She'd confessed to me that night on her balcony, and I hadn't known what to do with it. The words I love you had left her lips, and for a second, I thought she was lying—grasping at straws to save herself.

But the thing about Indiana? I know her. I know her better than anyone else, and I could see it. I could feel it. She wasn't lying. 

And that scared the hell out of me. 

I left that night because I didn't know what else to do. I'd needed time to process everything. To make sense of it.

And when I finally decided to disappear, cutting off all contact to lay low and plan my next move, I thought I'd left everything behind. 

But then she showed up here. Out of nowhere, dragging the chaos of LA back into my life and asking for help. 

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. 

It wasn't just the situation with her sister that was eating at me. It was her. Seeing her in so much pain, so broken—it hurt in ways I didn't expect. 

And Viktor. That fucking bastard.

Just the thought of him made my blood boil. Taking her sister, taunting her like that—he'd crossed a line, not just with her but with me. And I couldn't wait to make him pay for it. 

The thought of getting my hands on him, of gutting him from the inside out for daring to threaten the people I care about, sent a fresh wave of fury through me. He didn't just kidnap Hailey—he'd posed a threat to my syndicate, to my control. 

And worse, he'd hurt Indiana. 

I straightened up, my hands curling into fists at my sides. I wasn't going to let Viktor get away with this. For Hailey. For Indiana. For everything. 

She stirred slightly, her brow furrowing in her sleep, and I felt something inside me soften. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise, she wasn't just anyone to me. She never had been.