Page 48 of A Reaper's Devotion
Picking up her fork, she quickly glanced across the table and saw Dom had steak and potatoes.She sliced into the meatball, and sure enough, it was either pork or chicken.Taking a bite, she knew it was a combination of both.
The food, like always, was delicious.Dom had an in-house chef, Alfie, and he was an amazing cook.
Twirling her fork into her spaghetti, she scooped it into her mouth, and knew she was not quite as delicate as she could be.When it came to pasta, she was a bit of a monster, shoveling it into her mouth.With Dom present, she tried to be sensible, delicate, ladylike, but she was starving and needed all the calories she could get.
Every now and then, she glanced up and noticed him looking at her.She didn’t know what to do, so she averted her gaze and kept eating.In the back of her mind, there was a question she wanted to ask.It had been forming for several days, if not weeks.The lame doormat inside her stopped her from asking it.Why ask a question she knew might get her killed?
She didn’t know if it was the months, the constant fear of death, or what, but now she blurted the words.
“What do I have to do to get out of here alive?”she asked.
This was not the delicate way she wanted to ask, or even the exact words she wanted to say, but they would have to do for now.
His response did surprise her.“The real question, Emily, is what are you willing to do to make it out of here alive?”
Damn it, she loved the way he said her name.
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Dom knew he shouldn’tcare.Emily Craven was not his problem.If he was in his right mind, he’d dispose of her with ease.Just get her out of his life.It was a simple bullet to the head, and she would be no one’s problem.Only, something about Emily had him taking her in the first place.
Nigel, the sniveling little shit, had every intention of selling her on the black market.He’d seen the details.He didn’t like Nigel, never had.They were enemies for a reason.Nigel was filth, and even though he knew he wasn’t a good man, he was not like Nigel.
Nigel used and abused his power.The women that worked for him would do anything for drugs, and some of that shit was sickening.He was always about making money, fast.He was even willing to use his own daughter to make a few million, by selling her virginity to the highest bidder.
Dom intervened.
He was not a good man, he knew that.Women worked for him, but they did so to earn a living, and he never forced them into it.He made sure they were clean, and he took care of those in his employ.He helped the women who didn’t want to fuck for a living as well, those who wanted a fresh start.
He owned multiple businesses, some legal, most not.He made a lot of money and was good at what he did.Men feared him because he wasn’t afraid to do what was necessary to get what he wanted.
There were rules he followed.He had his own code of ethics.Kids were off the table.Stolen women were not his business either.The only woman he had kidnapped in his forty years was right next to him, her blonde hair falling around her in a beautiful cascade.Golden hair and wide blue eyes.
She didn’t know how to answer his question.If he let her go, Nigel would do exactly what he wanted with her.It was not his business.He knew there were cops and people who were on the hunt for Nigel.It was their job to catch him.
There was something about Emily that made it impossible for him to let her go.She was not his problem.Yet, he couldn’t do that.
The men Nigel dealt with didn’t have any problem raping a woman to get what they wanted.Nigel wouldn’t care about what happened to his daughter, so long as they paid for the privilege to do it.
Staring at Emily, he knew she didn’t deserve that life.He knew all about Emily and her mother, Nora.Nora had contacted him.It must have taken a lot for her to do that.She was worried about her daughter and the way Nigel was acting.He’d never been attentive to his little girl, and now that she was turning into a beautiful woman, he was showing an interest.
Dom had taken Emily.Now, as he looked at her, he knew her life would be forever in danger with Nigel out there.The man was pissed that someone had stolen his daughter.He had come to him, demanding her release.Dom played his cards right and told him he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.He lied easily to his enemy’s face, and for good reason.Emily deserved a chance at life.
The only reason he hadn’t killed Nigel was because the law was following him around.Dom wasn’t stupid, and there was no way he was going to risk his own life to kill his enemy.There would be no prison cell for him.
Nora also played the stupid card to her ex, but instead turned the tables on Nigel.He didn’t know why Nigel hadn’t just killed Nora, but he figured there was something Nora had or knew Nigel didn’t want discovering.Either way, they were both protecting this woman.
Now, he said he would keep her safe, but he didn’t promise Nora he would keep his hands to himself.For the past three months, he’d played the good little host.Keeping her here, allowing her to wait on him.He didn’t need a waitress or staff.He liked watching Emily walk away from him.The jeans he chose for her molded to that curvy ass with utter perfection.
The tops she wore showcased her curvy body, just the way he liked.She had nice, full tits and a small waist that bloomed into full, rounded hips.He loved her shapely ass and those thick thighs.He loved watching her in either a dress or a skirt, or jeans.It didn’t matter, they all showed off her body to visual heaven.
Dom didn’t give a shit that she was a virgin.He’d never been with a virgin himself, and knowing no other man had touched her was a temptation.
She would have made Nigel a lot of money.Not anymore.
He watched as she licked her lips.There was no sensual act, she simply moistened her lips and glanced away.He watched her take a deep breath, which pushed her chest out, squeezing those tits together.
“What would you like me to do?Be your servant?Wait on you?”She pushed some of her hair past her shoulder.
