Page 35 of They Call Me Dom

“I told you I got you. Didn’t I say that?”

Dom sniffled. “Ye-Yes,” she stumbled over her words. “But it’s a fucking G Wagon, baby!”

“I know. You got G Wagon pussy too.”

Dom chuckled through her tears, but I was dead serious. Dom earned and deserved every gift she got. She had the best pussy and head game over.

“Now, how about we take this baby for a spin? We can pick up dessert to go with dinner. What do you say?”

“That sounds great, but I have another plan in mind.”

Minutes later, Dom had me on the couch with my dick buried deep in her throat. It was so deep down her throat I had to take shallow breaths. Dom had me so worked up I could barely breathe. One of her hands was planted on my bare chest while the other gripped my dick with a force I’d never experienced. If gifts came with head like this, I planned to keep Dom’s ass laced with new shit. Please believe me.

12

Domaneek “Dom”

“Sur, you always pick the scariest movies to watch,” I complained.

He snickered. “I’m sorry, baby, but you know I love the blood, gore, and guts.”

“Spoken like a real doctor,” Lai professed, munching her mix of popcorn and chocolate bites.

It was Sunday, which was our chill day together. Sunday was the only day of the week where none of us had anything to do, so we made sure to spend time together and connect. Sur and I loved movies. Lai only watched movies because we did, but it wasn’t her thing. I used to spend my full weekend at the farmer’s market. Since the baby, I only did Saturdays. Sur didn’t want me exerting myself too much, but I made sure to double up for my customers on Saturdays.

I was just about done with Lai’s hair when the doorbell rang. Sur rose from our large pit sectional in the living room to get the door. I surely hoped it was the Indian food we ordered. I focused back on Lai’s hair. Lai needed it done badly, so I washed, conditioned, and gave her a protein treatment. She was going to look so pretty tomorrow. Sur walked back with our bag of food,a small brown box, and a funny look on his face. He placed the food on the kitchen island but proceeded to open the box.

A weird feeling filled the pit of my stomach. Who delivered that package? How long was it out there? Did it arrive when the food did? Something was up. I added the last flexi rod to Lai’s set before I kissed her shoulder.

“All done. Time to sit under the dryer.”

“Thank you, beautiful.”

Lai kissed my lips. She took a few steps toward the dryer when Sur’s deep voice filled the room.

“What the hell is this shit?” Sur questioned.

Lai and I raced to his side.

“What’s wrong?” Lai quizzed.

I stepped to his right side. My eyes bucked at the photos sprawled on the island. They weren’t just any photos but photos of us. There were photos of us leaving the house, out shopping, having sex, and more. The pictures that caught me off guard were photos of Lai and I at the bar when we first met and Sur and I fucking in the woods. Somebody had a real obsession with us three.

“This is freakin’ insane,” I finally spoke.

“We’re being stalked. That’s not all.” He reached inside the box and removed a note that he read out loud. “Y’all thinkin’ y’all can save her is funny. I’m going to kill that bitch Dom.”

“What? Why me? I ain’t done shit to nobody but try to live and survive,” I stated, trying to hide the hurt in my voice. “This is some bullshit.”

I left Sur and Lai in the kitchen and walked upstairs to my room. Suddenly, my appetite was gone. I wanted to be left alone. This whole situation was some bullshit. I plopped down on my bed and grabbed my phone from the table. This petty shit had to stop. Briya and I were better than this. We were like sisters. Shecouldn’t have let that nigga Zay poison her mind to the extent of murder.

We always talked about everything. I needed to get her away from that damn Zay. I went to my call log and called her. The phone rang and rang until it went to voicemail.

“Ugh!” I shouted loudly.

I sent her a text that we needed to talk. I didn’t mind meeting up with her to air out our issues. When I sent my text, my mind started to wander. What if she was in some kind of trouble? She didn’t have that much family and no relatives that she could truly depend on. Zay could’ve had her anywhere. Maybe Lai could run a trace on her phone. I’d seen the police do that plenty of times on my favorite true crime stories.

Right when I was about to go run my idea by Lai, there was a knock on the door, and it opened. Lai’s pretty face appeared first then the remainder of her body. She walked over to me and took a seat on my bed.

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