Page 48 of Taken By Him

Marcin Garska dug his own grave, and it will soon be time to lay him in it.

Chapter Seventeen

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Kasia

Dominik’s quiet on the drive home from the club, so I’ve left him to his thoughts. Whatever his meeting was about has left him in a dark mood.

He pulls his phone out and grumbles while he’s firing off text messages.

“Has something happened?” I ask as the SUV parks in front of the house. It’s late, and I’m tired. Dominik didn’t keep me at the club for much longer after his meeting. His mood had soured, I think.

The driver gets out of the car once we’re parked.

“Nothing new,” he says, but I sense there’s more. He’s not telling me everything.

I don’t push. It’s been a good night. I don’t want to ruin it with anger. There’s been so much of that over the years in my life, I don’t want to carry any more of it into my future. I won’t delude myself with the idea that I’ll have a happy, love-filled marriage, but we don’t have to be enemies.

It’s that idea I’m grasping onto. I just don’t want to be hated anymore.

Dominik climbs out of the car and grabs my hand, tugging me out with him.

I watch him as we walk up the stairs to the house. His jaw is tense, his back is locked up. There’s more tension than when we left home earlier.

Home. That’s what this place is for me now. My home.

As soon as we’re inside the house, the door’s closed and locked, he turns on me, walking me into the front door and caging me in with his arms. I can smell the brandy on his breath, and it intoxicates me.

“We should go upstairs,” he says, kissing me hard, like he’s been waiting all night to do this. To get his mouth on mine. I bring my hands up to his hips, holding him to me. I’ve been waiting all night, too.

“It’s not safe here? I thought you said your men know not to watch what’s not their business?” I tease, hoping to bring some light to his dark.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe here.” He captures my face in both hands. “You’re safe with me, Kasia.”

The weight of his words pins me in place.

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