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He finally stepped back and lowered his gaze. “No, baby. You belong with me.”
That was the problem right there because somewhere between courtrooms, coverups, bloodstains, the trenches, and power plays… I did belong with him but at what cost? I shut the water off and grabbed a towel. I wrapped it tightly around my body as I stepped out after the last drop of water hit the tile. My eyes briefly locked with his again. Dom didn’t try to touch me, kiss me, or none of that. He just stood there contemplating and hot chills shot down my entire body in his presence.
It wasn’t a damn secret that I was still mad… literally pissed the fuck off, and I wasn’t hiding the shit from him. I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a thick white towel, wet silky thighs, and my hair tied in a silk wrap. Dom always loved a good show, I gave it to him without words, and it wasn’t to seduce his ass either, but to remind him that I was never pressed… not by him or nobody else for that matter.
He followed me out and sat on the edge of my bed with his elbows on his knees, and his eyes never leaving my body.I breezed past him as I lotion my legs without shame, opening drawers and closing drawers as I searched for something to put on. All he ever did was watch me and every time it felt like he was purposedly doing it so he could learn a little more about me. Like now, he was learning my emotions of being vulnerable and expressing hurt.
“The war’s official,” he said finally spoke.
“I know,” I replied, unbothered now rubbing shea butter across my collarbone. “I got the text.” I rolled my eyes and continued doing me.
He glanced at me. “And yet, you were on your way to meet that nigga Dru for breakfast.”
I paused, then met his gaze with my finger pointed at him. “That’s where you’re wrong. I was going to cancel… but you didn’t give me the benefit of doubt before you kidnapped me to teach me a lesson.”
He didn’t respond and I could tell he was getting a kick out of this shit although his glare was cold.
“I ain’t stupid, Dom,” I continued. “When that alert hit, I was on my way to make that call. I was gonna tell him it wasn’t safe, that I had to back out.” I turned towards him with my towel still wrapped around my body. “But you didn’t give me the chance. You kidnapped me before I could prove where I stood.”
“That still don’t explain why he was even an option,” he replied.
I sighed long and hard. “Because something’s missing,” I said quietly. “It’s not the lifestyle, not the money, and not the power because we have all of that.” I then pointed to myself. “I got all that… besides companionship or intimacy that ain’t tied to coverups and bulletproof plans.” I shook my head. “Sometimes I just want more, and that’s why I entertained Dru.” I paused once again and then sighed. “You didn’t have to hurt him.”
At first Dom didn’t reply, and usually his silence said everything. My chest tightened as my thoughts shifted to Dru. If he was dead, it would be all my fault. I still pictured him unconscious in that trunk with his tie loose, and dried blood near his temple. “Is he okay?” I asked.
Dom stared at me with his jaws tight. “He’s alive.”
“Dom, please don’t touch him again,” I said firmly. “Please. It ain’t his fault.”
“The next time you request for me to not touch another nigga like you care, I’ma do it just for fun. Hopefully, it won’t be a next time.” He replied to me not promising shit.
I turned away, grabbing my other phone from the charger I left on the nightstand and read the email when I heard the alert reminding me that Dique had an DNA scheduled today. For the first time this morning, I smirked slightly and rolled my eyes. I hit his name in my contacts and pressed call. It rang twice before his voice came through sounding raspy as hell.
“Wassup, sis?”
“Don’t ‘wassup’ me. I just got the reminder. You better get your ass to that DNA appointment before Keondra has another field day with your ass.”
He groaned. “Man, not this early…”
“I’m not playing, Dique. I went out of my way to get this done asap so handle it.”
“Ight, ight, damn,” he mumbled. “I’m goin’…. she gon’ be there?”
“Hell no,” I retorted. “I can’t have you in there about to kill that girl.”
“Whew, good lookin’ sis. Ight I’m ‘bout to go. How long it take for those results to come back? I need them muhfuckas back as soon as they swab my mouth. They can swab my dick too if that’s gon’ speed this process up. I gotta get Kill Bill and her Jr., the fuck out my life.”
“Bye Dique!” I giggled before hanging up and turning back to Dom in a stare down. I couldn’t even be angry with myself for being angry with him because these emotions were raw. I had never felt this strongly until we crossed that line, we swore we wouldn’t and while that didn’t take away from the true Boss that I am, the truth is, I was still a woman and worth the fight.
“You hungry?” he finally asked breaking the silence once again. Out of all things to ask he wanted to know if I was hungry.
I just blinked at him with a confused look on my face. “Excuse me?”
He cracked a small smile. “Shit, I had to check… you know, since you missed breakfast this mornin’ and all.”
I rolled my eyes and walked past him, but my mind was racing because no matter how hard I tried to hate him in the moment… I was already fucked up about Dom and always had been. The love I had for his ass scared me more than a damn bullet ever did because truthfully, we all had to go one day.
Carmen was actin’ like she ain’t know I’d risk it all for her as she moved around her condo tight-lipped, putting dishes and shit away like they just washed themselves. That soft silk robe that hung off her body didn’t have no business looking that fuckin’ good, but she was doing it on purpose, and I knew she was because she had ample amount of time to get dressed and now, she was trying to play it cool while givin’ me a glance of what I’d be missing if another nigga had it.
