Page 132 of Dominance

Take a breath.

Looking around, I almost laugh. The mess is coordinated, nothing is actually broken. Someone set this up.

Real question is why?

Dom isn’t exactly known for playing practical jokes.

But I know someone who is.

Another flick on my phone screen and the phone is ringing.

“Come on, you jackal, pickup.”

“Adriasshole! What’s up, big bro?” Ciro’s voice chirps on the other end of the line.

“Don’t play stupid. I found your surprise.”

“Wow. I took that upper decker in your toilet, like, four months ago, Adri.”

“What?! No. Andgross. You’d better be lying. I meant the faked disaster in my living room.”

“Adriano, have you been drinking spoiled wine again?”

“I’m serious.”

“And I was sleeping. Maybe try calling your father-in-law. Love you, bro. I hope tomorrow is amazing. Wish I could be there. Gotta go.” The line clicks off before I can get another word in.

He’s only following protocol.

No sensitive info over our main line cells.

Sighing, I run my fingers through my hair, scanning the mess for any clues. Frustrated, I head toward the door when I notice that it’s open, just a crack.

One hand on my gun, I’m about to open it when my phone buzzes in my pocket.

Dom.

I know your secret.

Instantly a sickening chill sweeps though me.

Until another text comes through.

She told me everything.

My chest caves in.

Dom has her. She’s with him, either of her own accord, or he took her, forced her to tell him all about our plans, where we were?—

CONGRATULATIONS. For both of us. Gloria told me the amazing news! I can hardly believe I am going to be a grandfather!

The breath I didn’t know I was holding blasts out of me. With a shuddering, nervous laugh, I open the door, stepping out into the hall, momentarily forgetting about the scene around me.

Right into four black leather jackets, the only part of them I see before the sack is thrown over my head and I’m hog-tied and dragged into the elevator.

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GLORIA

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