Page 94 of Fractured
Then he said, “Figured this day would come eventually.” Then, over his shoulder, he called out, “Dain? Go into my office, open the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet, and get the blue folder, yeah?”
“Got it, Boss.”
Then I watched as Leo and Chance tagged the red rags in their back pockets and moved our way.
They cleaned their hands off, then replaced their rags and stood there, glaring at her with their arms crossed over their chest.
Dain came back moments later and handed Dom the folder.
He bent his neck, pressed a kiss on my head, then let me go.
Then I watched as he opened the blue folder and started pulling documents out.
“This is a copy of the divorce decree. This is a copy of the images I got after I hired a PI to track you, after you aborted my baby. By my count, and what I could prove, you cheated on me with seven men.”
It took everything I had in me not to throw this in his face.
All the times he had been a chicken shit. It made sense.
Damn it all.
Then she had the audacity to smirk, “Well.”
I lunged for her, but was hauled up by his steely, muscled arm, against Dom’s chest.
“Settle, Minx. I know.” He whispered in my ear.
“It’s still half of mine. What’s yours is mine,” she said.
Then she crossed her arms over her chest.
Dominik chuckled, “Fine. Take it to court. I can’t wait to get half of the ten million dollars you got from your ex-husband. I also can’t wait to get half of that estate you own in Paris.”
Jillian’s eyes widened.
I smirked, “He isn’t just some two-bit mechanic. Oh, and look, you looked down your nose at him for that, and here you are, thinking you're entitled to half of it. The nerve of some people.”
“The only woman who will ever be entitled to anything of mine is the woman in my arms,” Dominik said.
To that, Jillian eyed me up and down, then looked at Dominik, and opened her mouth, but I was done.
Therefore, I snapped, “You’re the dumb bitch who didn’t hold onto a good thing when she had it. Not our problem. Now,since I am about to be his wife, I won’t ever demand half of what he’s worked his ass off for. But I will ask for permission to tell you that you can get the fuck off his property.”
The guys chuckled.
Then Dominik said, “You don’t have to have permission for shit.”
I nodded, then looked at Jillian, “Well?”
She opened her mouth, and I held up my hand to stop her, “You tried. You failed. Get the fuck gone, and stay gone.”
I watched as she processed everything, and then she made the smart decision to leave.
Good fucking riddance.
Dominik winked down at me, brought his thumb to underneath my chin and applied slight pressure, and then he kissed me.
Softly.
