Page 34 of Neverland

“If there’s anyone he’d listen to, it’s you,” I implored. “They’re going to kill him.”

“If you think he’ll listen to me then you don’t know him very well.”

With all hope lost, we watched as Jonny rose weakly to his hands and knees and attempted to crawl away from the vicious pack. They laughed and mocked the man who so bravely, albeit stupidly with a shotgun in hand, came looking for the woman he loved, and who now had his tail between his legs desperately trying to escape his fate.

“Finish him,” Dominic gave the final sickening order.

“No, please don’t,” I pleaded. My feet started moving but Momma G held me back. “Dominic, please, just let him go.”

With a simple glance, Anton acted on Dominic’s orders. Hooking his arms through mine, he attempted to haul me away. “Get the fuck off me,” I screamed, kicking my heels into his shins. Anton didn’t flinch, and he held tight as the trauma and anger over Blaze’s death unleashed itself. “Anything… I’ll do anything, Dominic. Just don’t do it to him too.”

Dominic stepped forward and watched with interest. I was struggling to breathe, growing faint, blood trickling down my arm and the pain almost too difficult to bear.

“Darlin’,” he said, inching close enough for my breasts to touch his chest. “You still with me?” he teased, the world becoming a blur. Dominic pinched my face between his fingers until my eyes met his. He seemed so entertained like all this got him off. “You beg all you like, but I already have you do everything I want.”

The men behind sniggered.

“That’s what happens when you own something. You control it. And I control every bit of you.” Without breaking his stare, he passed his final order to his men. “Finish him.”

Hanging my head, I felt the world slipping away. I welcomed the sensation, keen to be anywhere but here. But I wasn’t to be so lucky. Pissed he wasn’t getting the attention he commanded, Dominic jolted me back to the living, a searing heat coursing through my body. “Wake up, little Lucy,” he chided, pressing a finger into my wound. The result was a blood-curdling scream he stifled with his free hand.

“Shh,” he repeated, grinning wide while I sobbed against his hand. “Don’t you look away, darlin’, I dedicate this one to you.” Dominic stood aside, ensuring I could see the horror play out, scene by scene.

The same guard who’d dragged Jonny into the alley, swung his leg as if to kick a ball. He dealt a sickening blow, smashing under Jonny’s chin, the brutal force causing his head to snap back so far it broke his neck. Jonny fell in a heap, his lifeless body just another reminder of Dominic Salvatore’s psychopathic reign.

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