She's Dominic's

Chapter 13

I heard a loud noise. A really loud banging noise. Then screams.

Dominic pushed me to the ground, yelling and cursing. I felt a piercing pain shoot through my bicep.

Holy fucking hell, that was a bullet!

I was being shot at again! Dominic layed on top of me trying to shield my body the best he could without crushing me. At one point, he had slipped and pushed on my bullet wound and it took everything in me not to scream and cry. I just let a little whimper out, but it was enough to get his attention and let him know that I was hurt. He moved off my arm -while still shooting at the gunner- and helped me up and we ran out of the club.

We were in the car and I was silently holding my bullet wound and taking deep, calming breaths. We hadn't said anything to each other the entire car ride and we were almost home. Home? Why did I just call it home?

Dominic had been frantically glancing at me over and over again as if try to make sure I was there. Trying to make sure I was okay. I wasn't. I wasn't okay. I had just been shot at, I've had to rethink everything, I didn't know who to trust, and I was in shock.

All I wanted was to have fun, drink, dance, and forget about all my problem, but all this nght seemed to do is cause more. More problems, more confusion, more questions. I didn't know who Dominic really was, but I was going to find out.

We pulled in to the huge garage and I hopped out as fast as possible.

I ran inside, automatically slamming into Dee. "Oh my god! What the hell happened Ari?!" She grabbed on to my arm as gently as possible-but still causing me to hiss under my breath- and observed the wound. Dominic walked in to  the door and straight into his little sister's frantic questions. What happened? What the fuck is wrong with you? Are either of you injured besides Ari's arm?

Eventually Dominic got tired of the questions and looked to me, " I need to tell you something Arianna."

I looked at him questioningly, "It better be you explaining why I just got shot in a fucking club, Dominic!" I was seething and I was hurting, but above all, I wanted answers.

  As if just getting his head out of his ass Dominic looked to my shoulder again, "Here, let's get you cleaned up first."

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After he cleaned the wound, and that was all he had to really do since the bullet went all the way through and it missed all muscles and nerves in my arm, he sat me down and started explaining.

"So, we are the Italian mafia. I am the leader, Xavier is my underboss. We let my sister live with us because she was constantly in danger and Becca is a girl we found that needed help and protection. We make her do small jobs in order for her to stay here."

I was in shock once again. I knew they weren't going to be completely law abiding people, but the Italian mafia? I shouldn't have been surprised. There were signs all over the place. The shootings, the bossyness, the busyness. All of it.

What came out of my mouth surprised everyone. "Okay...."
That was it. Call it shock, I didn't really care. I knew they wouldn't hurt me, I trusted that at least. Call me crazy, but I didn't really see them any differently.

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I had some time to think about what Dominic told me yesterday. I had also had time to rethink everything. Was I crazy for thinking this? That this could help me. This could be so dangerous, but so damn.....fun? Helpful? I didn't know, but all I knew was that he had connections. Connections that I needed. For closure maybe, or maybe it was even the fact that I never felt safe anymore. Ever.

It was crazy. Psycho even. But it could work. He owed this to me. He owed this closure. The closure to know that the man that terrorized me is gone. For good.

He always said he would come for me. I've always believed him, always knew he would stop at nothing to have me back. To have his 'property' back.

It was crazy, so crazy infact, that it might work. I could go to him. Finish him off once and for all, then I could be free. Free to go shopping without having to look over my shoulders and feeling incredibly uncomfortable and unsafe. Free of my nightmares that have haunted me for years. Free to be me, the real me. Not the shell of the woman I once was.

I could truly be free of it all.

I jad been in my room for hours going over this in my head. Thinking about how I would ask Dominic to find the man that tortured me, about how I would even tell him. If he didn't already know.

I somehow knew I could trust him, at least with this. But I didn't want to drag him into this even more than he already was. I knew he would go all alpha on me and want to take over. Do all the work for me as if I was a toddler trying to reach a high shelf.

I didn't want that. These were my demons, my nightmares, not his. He shouldn't have to deal with this. I just needed the information, not any more, not any less. I wouldn't drag him into this, even though a part of me knew he would put himself in danger to protect me. I didn't want that at all, but I didn't know who else to go to about this and I didn't think I could physically stop him.

But there was one thing I had to do before anything else.

Ask him about the whereabouts of my own personal nightmare. Cirrus Valdez.

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