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“I can drive myself,” I snap before blowing out an irritated breath.

A look of alarm crosses his face before he slides out of bed and makes it over to me in three large steps. He rests his hands on my shoulders, to which I quickly shrug them off before he cocks his head to the side.

“What’s wrong?”

I refuse to look at him, staring at the ugly abstract art painting in the corner instead. I feel his hand slip under my chin and force my gaze to his. I don’t try to dim my irritation or disgust at his behavior as I look at him.

“You had no right.”

“For?” he questions.

“Last night! I told you no, and you did it anyway. Now I have to go to the fucking pharmacy and spend sixty dollars that I shouldn’t need to because you were too careless and toohorny.”

He blinks at me slowly like I’ve lost my mind before he reaches for me again.

“Baby, slow down. What are you talking about?”

I laugh hollowly and shake my head.

“Oh, that’s cute. Is that how you get out of trouble? Play dumb? You fucked me last night, Dom. While I was sleeping. And you didn’t use a condom. I slept with your cum inside me all night. Let’s add a possible UTI to the equation. Thanks for that.”

He shakes his head softly before his head stops moving, his body goes rigid, and his jaw clenches.

“You’re sure?”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, the wet panties gave it away this morning. Just get the fuck away from me right now.”

I go to walk away, but he’s too fast, wrapping an arm around me and spinning me around until I’m facing him again. I don’t try to fight back, as it would be futile if I did. He holds me tight as he looks deep into my eyes.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I promise, it’ll never happen again. I’ll make sure of it.”

“You do that. I gotta go.”

“I’ll get you the pill, just head to work. I’ll drop it off with some lunch, okay?” he offers.

“Don’t bother,” I say with an irritated breath as I move out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. I grab my purse and slip on my shoes before heading out the door. Amazingly enough, Dom doesn’t follow me. I don’t know why I expected him to be thetype to chase after me and not drop it until I forgave him. I’m relieved he isn’t, though, because although a pill can solve it, it’s the whole going rogue thing that has me more than a little pissed off.

Chapter Fifteen

DOMINIC

My knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel, turning left so hard that my rear end breaks loose around the corner.

Motherfucker. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

I got a message from him a couple weeks ago, along with all of the missed phone calls. It was short and unassuming, if you didn’t know him.

Soon.

I, however, knew exactly what it meant, and though it meant that I’d get my brother back, I also knewthat it would mean my woman would be in danger. Brother or not, I’m not foolish enough to know that once Zayden sinks his teeth into something, he won’t stop until it’s dead, and I’ve never seen him so infatuated with anyone or anything as he is with her. Ever.

I can’t let him have her. He saw her first, but she was never his, she was always supposed to be mine.

Parking in my usual spot, I get out of the car in a flash, slamming the door shut behind me. Not like he doesn’t already know I’m here. My feet pound against the pavement as I go around to the side entrance, entering the nine-digit code and using my thumb for the biometric scanner before the lock disengages.

I’m still frustrated Blake wouldn’t just move with me. I had been subtly working on her ever since I got that message from Zayden. She said she loved San Diego, and though I was thinking more like Rio de Janeiro, it would have worked. I debated drugging her and moving her overnight for her safety, for our happiness. I knew she’d forgive me eventually.

I didn’t want her to see that side of me yet, though. She has this image in her head of us, of me, and I like it. I want to preserve it for as long as possible. Besides, I’m certain there isn’t a place I could take her on planet Earth where Zayden wouldn’t track us down. It’s what he does best.

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