Page 92 of Sweetest Sin
“Chocolate chip.” Brielle grins.
“Yay! Bye, Mommy. Bye, Daddy!”
Brielle carries him into the kitchen, and Dominick bridges the gap between us.
“Despite you wearing my sister’s dress, you look beautiful.” He leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth so as not to mess up my lipstick. “You ready for our date?”
“I am.”
31
Peyton
“Where are the guards?”I ask as Dominick drives down I-95.
Usually, we’re driven in the town car by one of Dominick’s drivers and accompanied by at least one guard, but tonight, Dominick is driving us in his sports car, which reminds me of him—sleek, expensive, and clean, but not flashy. Because he doesn’t need to prove himself to anyone. He loves the finer things life has to offer, but not to show off.
“They’re around,” he says, laying his hand on my thigh and squeezing. “But I want tonight to be about us.”
“Have you found Anthony yet?” I ask, knowing it’s driving him insane that he can’t find him.
The guy had better enjoy his freedom because after what he did to Brielle—I was sickened when she told me—Dominick and Matteo are going to kill him when they finally get their hands on him.
“Not yet.” He grips the steering wheel tighter. “As much as I despise him, I think he’s a small player in this game.”
He rarely talks about business with me, saying he doesn’t want to burden me with shit that I don’t need to be concerned with, but I like when he does because I don’t think he talks to many people. Aside from Matteo and Lorenzo and his business associate Jaimie, who he mentions once in a while, I don’t think he trusts many people.
“I assumed it was him going after our shipments, but I’m starting to question it,” he admits. “The mayor is up to some shit, and I think there’s someone else involved. We haven’t been able to pinpoint who or why, but Anthony was left nothing when his dad died. The company was sold off, and Joseph’s wife took the life insurance, using it to move out of town and start over.”
He takes the exit toward Miami, and I briefly wonder where we’re going tonight. Hopefully, it’s somewhere to eat because I’m starved.
“So, if he was left nothing, then he has nothing to lose, and it would make sense that he’s coming after you, right?”
Dominick eyes me with a smirk. “Correct, except he had to have paid the guys who fucked with our shipments. And Anthony doesn’t have money.”
“Then, he has to be getting money from somewhere,” I muse, feeling like I’m part of a romantic suspense book. “Or he knows someone with money.”
“Ding, ding, ding.” Dominick grins. “We thought it was the mayor since he’d backed Anthony at the auction, but he swears he’s not working with Anthony, and we haven’t found any evidence that contradicts his statement.”
“So, you think someone else is coming after you?”
“It wouldn’t surprise me. Since Andrey died, I’ve made a lot of enemies, refusing to do business like him. Usually, when someone comes after you, it’s to make a point. But so far, nobody has come forward with any demands.”
He pulls into a parking garage, and I realize I was so focused on our conversation that I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going.
“So, what are you going to do?” I ask, unlocking my seat belt.
Dominick turns toward me and cups the side of my face with his warm, large palm. “I’m going to enjoy my night with my beautiful girlfriend because all that shit will still be there tomorrow, but tonight is about us.”
I roll my eyes, trying to play off his sweet words, but the blush that creeps up my neck and face gives me away.
“There she is,” Dominick says, rubbing my cheek. “My Peaches. I love when you blush for me.” He leans in and softly kisses my lips. “Stay right there.”
He turns the car off and gets out, rounding the front and then opening my door. I eye him for a few seconds, soaking in this gorgeous man. Tonight, he’s dressed in a sharp charcoal suit that fits him like it was tailor-made. And it probably was.
Extending his hand, he helps me out of his car and threads his fingers through mine.
He guides us to an elevator and presses the number one. I want to ask where we are and what we’re doing here, but the suspense of it all is kind of fun.
