Page 93 of Dominate Me

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jensen

Nothing fucking happened.

My heart pounded against my chest like a thousand elephants stampeding straight over me. I looked up from my crouched position.

The gun hadn’t gone off.

I leapt from the floor, rushed Timothy, and pushed him over the back of the couch. I slapped the gun out of his hands and landed a right hook to his face.

“Fuck!” he groaned, his head snapping the side.

I wrapped my hand around his throat. Not hard enough to mark him, forceful enough he’d know I could take his life, and bent down inches from his face. “You fucking piece of shit loser. That’s what you are.”

“Plus,” Haley said, grinning, holding the gun relaxed at her side. “It helps if you take the safety off before you shoot.” She flashed me a nervous smile.

“Where’s your phone, Haley?”

She tilted her chin up, gesturing behind her. “Upstairs. Forgot it.”

Jesus. I wanted to spank her for it.

Disciplining her for answering the door at night to a drunken prick would have to wait.

“Come here and take my phone from my pocket.” I shifted from my position over Timothy, his eyes wide and on me. “Don’t fucking move,” I growled at him. I shifted my thighs where I’d straddled him and Haley took out my phone. Then I rolled him to his stomach beneath me and wrapped his arms behind his back. With my necktie that I’d stuffed into my pocket earlier, I tied it tightly around his hands.

“Yes, this is Haley Portsmouth,” she said into the phone. The gun was still in her hand as she calmly rattled off her address and the situation. After a pause, she responded, “Yes ma’am, I’m armed and have a loaded weapon. Permit to carry as well.”

Fucking hell. The gun was hers? I didn’t know whether to be impressed or spank her.

She rattled off more responses, answering questions and agreeing to following whatever directions the operator gave her. When she hung up, she grinned at me.

Fucking grinned.

Like me walking into her house, seeing a man kissing her, her obvious struggle and the lunatic holding a fucking gun at the back of her head was actually fun for her.

Yeah. I was tanning her ass.

“Cops will be here in ten minutes. Said to keep him restrained but don’t hurt him.”

“Too late,” Timothy muttered, his face pressed to the side. A drop of blood dripped out of his nose and I smiled wickedly down at him.

“I can kick your ass, say it all happened in the struggle. You want that?” I shifted my hold on him, moved and pressed my knee into his back, making him grunt.

“Fuck you,” he snarled.

Haley giggled. She was crazy. “I think we’ll leave that for your cellmate.”

“You were supposed to love me.” He grunted through the pain of my knee at his back, perhaps at the thought of what he’d just done. “I just came tonight to talk to you.”

Haley rolled her eyes, took a step back and gestured for me to climb off him. “They want him where they can see him from the door.”

Haley went to the doorway and made sure it was open as we heard the first shrill of sirens in the distance.

I shoved Timothy into a chair they could see from the door and Haley stood in the doorway, still keeping her eyes on us, her gun at her side.

As flashing lights pulled into her drive, I stayed close to Timothy to make sure he didn’t do something stupid. Officers exited their cars, guns drawn, and shouted commands.

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