She's Daddy

Chapter fourteen

Shawne's pov

"We need to talk"
Dom says and has me hella frightened. Those words are never good. I had no idea what was going on right now and I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

She stands up from the corner she's been sitting and heads to the room.

I follow and I ain't really sure of what's going on. The living room was in darkness since she hadn't put on the light.

I wonder what she'd been thinking about that had made her sit in the dark like that.

I enter the bedroom and she's facing the windows and looking out with her hands clapped behind her back.

"Dom?"

She doesn't answer me and I was nearly weak with fear. Was she going to break up with me? Already? Man... I knew I had issues but I ain't that bad. If she decided she didn't want this anymore I was gonna die.

I snort. Fuck no. She was gonna die. I was gonna kill the bitch for breaking my fucking heart.

She turned around and I gasped. "The fuck happened to your face?"

She shakes her head snd I go to her. Her lip is split and a bruise is staining her beautiful cheeks.

"Did that fuckhead Omar do this? Imma kill that nigga"

"Shawne calm down" She takes my palm in her hand and trails soothing circles around it.

Taking a deep breath, she begins

"When I was twelve my parents died. Someone shot them both in the head for reasons I still don't know. My dad was in bed with a lot of bad people... Omar was just a teenager then"

I sigh in half relief. So it was a bare your soul kind of talk not the 'it's not you It's me kind' whew. I was sorry about her parents tho.

"Cops assumed it was a robbery gone bad but that didn't really help me. I was gonna get sent to a foster home when Omar got me. Smuggled me out.. kept me safe from the cops."

"A thug kept you safe from the fucking cops?" I ask disbelieving. She chuckles. "We were close then. My father did runs with his older brother. That nigga died too"

She pauses for a while then shrugs and continues.

"I did little jobs for him. Delieveries and shit like that. Of course I knew what was in em packages I delivered but I acted like I didn't. I got paid so I didn't care"

I put my arms around her and felt myself relax when she squeezed

"I got beat up one day while making a run. Decided to take up self defense classes and I was pretty good at it. Ty discovered me, trained me, made good enough to go pro on kick boxing.
I was a natural. I was still doing jobs for Omar but not as much and that pissed him off. He threatened to get Ty to stop training me if I didn't step up. I refused. One day he sent me out with a bag full of coke. I think he fucking knew the cops were patrolling but he ain't care.
I got arrested. Omar pulled some strings apparently and it was all swept under the rug. Now I owed him and he was gonna make sure he collected it back.
I qualified for the national tournament. Winner was gonna be on the Olympic team. This was my way out of this fucking life Shawne.  This was a way for me to be something other than a drug dealing piece of shit"

She took a deep breath and went on. I couldn't say anything; I just offered my silent support and hoped it would be enough.

"I made it to the finals. One more fight and I was in. The new face of American kick boxing. Omar came to see me fight that day.... I won. Shawne I fucking won"