Page 149 of Dominance

Her performance is fucking Oscar-worthy.

And Weller’s timing is impeccable.

Just as he releases her in a jerk of dismay, Weller goes for his gun, and I surge forward, catching him in a full tackle as his free hand goes for his other gun. We slam to the ground, Dom’s wind bursting from his chest in a harsh gust.

My pistol is at his chin when the cavalry bursts in, fanning out around us and yelling at me to stand down. Weller and Gloria’s screams add to the turmoil, for them to hold their fire.

Welp.

The odds weren’t great.

But I’d rather not die today.

“End it. Or I will,” Dom spits in my face.

“Maybe another day, Dom. Real soon.”

Gruff, gloved hands pull me up, handcuffing me, the rest of the team converging on Dom, dragging him to his feet and out toward the back lot.

Dom’s eyes never leave Gloria as they shove him along. “You will always belong to me, Gloria. You and your child.”

“What child?” she calls after him, straightening her dress and dusting herself off. The effect is priceless, blood staining half of her gown, her face smeared with makeup and tears.

Dom’s face drops, his jaw working mutely as they lift him into the back of a black van.

“Remind me to thank Isabella for sending us those photos of her positive pregnancy test.” Gloria smiles, wincing as she grips her wounded shoulder.

Gloria sags, her eyelids fluttering. I try to rush to her side, but I’m held fast by the agents on either side.

“Gloria!” Anna catches her, holding her up.

“I’m fine. Just a little woozy.”

“I need to get you to a hospital,” Weller huffs, taking control of my wrists and dismissing the men in helmets.

“Not sure how I can manage that without my husband,” Gloria grimaces, giving both of us a look.

“Speaking of which…” I start, waiting for Weller to unlock the cuffs.

After a beat, he does. “A deal’s a deal.”

Rubbing my wrists, I raise one eyebrow at him. “You know, you could have breached sooner. Maybe before we said ‘I do’?”

Weller chuckles. “Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have been able to give you a wedding present.”

“Oh, did you pick something from the registry?” I quip.

“Ooo, I hope it’s the air fryer,” Gloria adds with a painful laugh.

“On my salary? I had to get creative. Thought you might like something a little more functional. Like the car waiting in the alley out the side door. And protective custody for your sister.”

Gloria looks up, stunned, glancing at her sister.

“Offer’s valid until I leave, which gives you about two minutes when my commanding officer gets here to assess the scene.”

“Anna? You should go with him.’

“No fucking way!” the young girl chirps, giving her sister an incredulous look.

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