Page 37 of Heirs of Havoc

I have questions. A lot of them. But he won’t let me leave and when I tell him William will be back with more men, he shrugs. He doesn’t give a shit that Martin Merlo knows my location. And his. He also doesn't give a shit that he made me come against the bookstore shelf. Hard.

Why did I let him do that?

I've hardly gotten over Vlad's revenge from last night, and now I have another incident in my spank bank. A spank bank I shouldn't have locked in Dom's cellar.

It's hard to take my mind off it all as I pick the books off the floor. Like his friends, Feliks switched from Romeo to Vader in an instant.

That can’t happen again. No matter how good it felt. It only leaves me feeling emptier.

I'm halfway through cleaning the rest of the books off the floor when the door jingles open.

My head whips to it, fear prickling up my spine.

“Mia.” My jaw clenches when I see who stands at the door. “Let’s go.” Dom stands in the frame in a blazer and a black shirt with matching slacks, like he’s ready for business. A red velvet dress hangs from his hand. Short with spaghetti straps. “Come on, Mia Mouse," he sings. "I got you a new dress. Consider it an apology."

Dominik Federov doesn't apologize.

“You can’t be here.” Ignoring the trashy dress in his hand, I glance at Feliks who still doesn’t give a fuck. Shaking the thought of us out of my head is hard, but not harder than shaking the memory of William seeing us kiss. “We all can’t be here. I’ve been trying to tell him.” My fingers point to Feliks, palm outstretched in his direction.

Dom walks towards me and before I can stand, his hand wraps around my arm, pulling me to my feet. “I don’t have time for this.” He pulls my shirt over my head, right in the middle of the store. Feliks’ hand comes to his jaw, the cold air washing over my legs when Dom pulls my joggers down. It’s not as sensual as Feliks’ touch. It’s forceful. Degrading. Once he has the dress on me, my feet stumble over the other as he pulls me towards the door.

“She can walk.” Feliks finally speaks.

“She’s also a liability if we’re voicing the obvious.” Dom drags me through the door, the chimes slamming against the glass.

“Dom, stop.” Pulling back doesn’t help, and I’m relieved no one is in the parking lot to see this. “My father knows where I am. He’s coming after you.”

“I wish he would.”

“Wait, is that why I’m here?” I’m too distracted by his shitty attitude to stop him from pushing me into a shiny black SUV. “A pawn? Are you trying to get back at my father?” I should’ve known torture and humiliation aren’t the only things on Dom’s mind. He’s too vile for that. “You really don’t care about me, do you?"

Dom starts the car. "You don't think I know what I'm doing?"

Feliks climbs into the passenger seat and I’m too rattled to care if he locked up. "He'll handle it," Feliks says as Dom hightails it out of the lot.

“How? William saw me. He saw me ki—” Feliks’ eyes flash at me in the rearview. “Kick something over.” Feliks relaxes in his seat, his head against the backrest. “If Feliks wasn’t around, I could’ve died in there and you don’t care.”

“Makes two of us." Dom makes a sharp turn, my shoulder slamming into the door. "I could’ve died in my cell, so if you're talking about not giving a fuck, look at yourself, Merlo."

“Right now? No. I don’t give a fuck." My skin prickles with heat. "And right now? I wish you died in that cell because you’re going to get us all killed.”

My head flies against the back seat as Dom brings the SUV to a hard stop. Looking out the window, the vehicle sits at the side of the road on a gravelly strip. In the near distance, a set of train tracks shines under the moonlight.

Without another word, Dom climbs out.

Poking my head through the front seats, Dom strolls towards the tracks and stands in the middle of it. Then he lights up a cigarette.

“What is he doing?” I ask, leaning towards Feliks.

He shrugs. “Smoke break?”

Smug fuck.

As I’m about to settle in my seat and figure a way out of this, the train lights flicker back and forth. “Is he… is he just gonna stand there?”

The gates come down.

“Uh…” Feliks sits up, glancing down the tracks. Dom smokes his cigarette like he's in front of a bar. Casual. Unbothered as the train horn blares in the distance.

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