Page 62 of Domination

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Rocco bellows.

“The Halloween party,” Rafael states, ten steps ahead of our thoughts. Yet more proof my son is the perfect man for the position of don.

“Right.” He sniffles, and that move tells me he’s withdrawing again. “ThefamilyHalloween party. Party ofthe fucking century,” he sneers, like a green-eyed monster. “I sent her in there. The little fucking princess desperate for acceptance, a desperate little whore. I could have gotten good money for her, you know?” My fists pump beside me, and my sons glance toward me with concern, but I stare ahead at the piece of shit who dared to treat her with such disrespect. “I told her she needed to fuck you, and she did it.” I jolt at his words, and pain slices through me, cutting so deep it’s almost impossible to remain standing. Yet, somehow, I do. I can only put it down to my training. His words feel like the ultimate betrayal. Would she have ever slept with me if it wasn’t for following his command?

“What are you talking about? Why the fuck would you want her to fuck him?” Tommy asks as his eyes bounce over his face searching for a lie. He won’t find one, I can feel it in my heart as a piece of it crumbles. She fucked me as a plan, and while I know her actions after were not part of her plan because I simply gave her no choice, I can’t help but feel the betrayal deep in my soul.

She lied.

My heart squeezes, and a sound similar to a whimper leaves me.

All this time, she lied.

“I needed leverage.” He spits out some blood on the concrete floor.

“Leverage?” Tommy queries as my gut twists. “What kind of fucking leverage?”

“Her compliance.” He grins manically.

My phone rings, and I pull it from my pocket to silence it, but seeing Hazel’s name on the screen hassomething akin to panic settling in my stomach. “Hazel?” I snap.

“She’s gone, Vincent.”

My world spins, and I struggle to register what she’s saying. “What?”

“Gracie, she went to the restroom, but now she’s gone.” She sniffles, and I want to tell her to stop with the dramatics, but I need answers, and quick. “Bonnie too.” She ran. I feel it deep in my gut, and it cuts deep. She ran, she fucking left me.

My lungs feel like they’re collapsing as I try but fail to remain calm.

My head spins, and I feel like I’m floating into the unknown.What the fuck is happening to me?

Warm hands turn my face toward his, and Rocco’s eyes come into view through a hazy blur. “Papa, concentrate.” He nods toward my phone, forcing me out of my head. “Calm down and concentrate.” His eyes drill into mine, and I give my son a swift nod.

“I’ll be there soon.” I end the call and face my sons, then clear my throat to wipe away the emotion. “Gracie and Bonnie are missing.”

A laugh erupts from the piece of shit. “Well, look at that, she did it after all.” He grins.

“Did what, motherfucker?” Rocco surges toward him, his eyes alight with brutality.

“She’s starting over.” He smiles sadistically, exposing his bloodied teeth.

A phone ringing cuts through the air, and Rafael’s spine straightens as he presses on his phone. My bodystills, something inside me telling me to remain on the spot.

“Ellie, now’s not a good ti—”

“Rafael, you need to get out of the warehouse. Right fucking now! You’re about to be raided.” Ellie’s shriek is loud and hysterical and clear as fucking day, even without the speaker on.

“What?”

“Darryl Davis messaged me. He says you’re all about to be raided, please just leave.”

“Darryl fucking Davis?” Even I can hear the jealousy slithering through him.

“Don’t ask me to explain now, just do it,” she urges.

Tommy is already lowering Robert, and the fucker thrashes about, attempting to get free.

Rafael springs into action, barking orders for the drugs and weapons to be concealed. Rocco is rushing Robert out the back door, and Tommy is pushing the bags of guns into the metal trap door. Massio helps lock down the warehouse, and the chaos of everyone around me has me frozen to the spot. For the first time in my life, I don’t want to put our Mafia life first.

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