Page 63 of Taken By Him

“Your husband said—”

“Yeah. I heard you the first time. It doesn’t change that I need the car. You have two choices here. You can get out of my way so I can go, or you can come with me in case there’s trouble.” I don’t really want him with me, but I’m also not stupid enough to think I’ll get far without one of his men at least following me. Besides, maybe he’ll come in handy. He does have a gun after all.

His gaze darts past me to the stairs. His options are limited, and I’ve put him a tough spot.

I don’t care.

Right now, I only care about getting what I want. It’s worked for my father in the past, it works for Dominik every day. Demand what you want, and if it’s not handed to you — just fucking take it.

“Where do you want to go?” Defeat dances in his question.

“I’m driving.” I turn on my heel and head to the stairs. He’s right behind me, already starting to try and talk me out of it.

“I’m going to have to call Dominik,” he says just as I reach the garage door. It gives me a moment of pause. I don’t want him fucking this up for me.

“Fine. Once we’re in the car and have cleared the gates, you can call him and tattle. But if you call him before that...” I shrug and pull the garage door open.

“Kasia? Is that you?” Margaret’s voice trails down the hallway. Damn this house. Gorgeous, yes, but all the openness makes it damn near difficult to sneak away.

I don’t say a word to her. Instead I walk across the three-car garage and climb into the black SUV. I don’t have my purse or my wallet, but it’s not like I’m not driving without protection. If a cop pulls us over, soldier boy will have to get us out of trouble.

He climbs in beside me, his phone already cradled in his hands.

“It’s a push start,” he says, and drops the fob in the cupholder of the center console.

Once the garage door opens, I pull out quickly and head to the gate.

“What’s your name?” I ask him as he taps on his screen. The gate closes behind us and I turn onto the main street that will take us right to the expressway.

“Michael,” he mutters and puts the phone to his ear.

The expressway is clear while we’re still in the suburbs, but the closer to the city we get I know I’m going to run into traffic.

“Boss, she’s out of the house. I’m with her...I don’t know, she won’t say...” He presses a button on the touch screen of the car and Dominik’s voice booms through the car.

“Kasia, what the hell are you doing?” he demands.

“Taking care of some things,” I answer. His general answers have been good enough for him to give me, it’s about time he was treated the same.

“Go back to the house. Michael is going to take you home.”

“No.” I change lanes and speed up, merging onto the highway. “I’ll be home sometime after dinner. Don’t wait for me.” I glance at the console and hang up the call.

I can feel Michael’s panic roll off of him.

“Don’t worry. He’ll survive.”

“Yeah,” he mutters. “It’s me I’m worried about.”

I smile at that.

It takes over an hour to get to my father’s house. I’m told he’s out of town, but I’m not really looking for him, so it won’t matter.

“Jesus, why are we here?” he asks, as I pull up to the curb. My father’s house isn’t a gated estate like Dominik’s. No armed guards walking the property.

“You can call your boss again if it will make you feel better. We aren’t going to be long.” I grab the fob so he can’t withhold it from me and hop down from the car.

The front door is still controlled by a keypad, and thankfully my father never saw fit to change the code after he sold me to Dominik. The house is quiet. Dad’s office is open.

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