The Dominator (65 page)

Tommy and I had texting conversations daily. Most of it was just quick check-ins from him.  On the fifth night I was in bed and hadn’t heard from him all day so texted, “Hope you’re okay. Love you. Miss you. Xo”

When I got his message back a few hours later, it woke me up,

Tommy: “Hey.”

Me: “Hey”

Tommy: “Whatcha doin?”

Me: “Zzz’ing. Dreaming about you.  Missing you. You?”

Tommy: “Send me a pic of your face.”

Me: “I’ve been sleeping. I’ll look all sleepy and messy.”

Tommy: “Don’t care.”

I snapped a selfie with my lips puckered. Gah! It looked sleepy. I sent it anyway, “You asked for it.”

Tommy: “Gorgeous.”

I smiled and cuddled into the pillow, “Send me your face.” I wrote.

“Send me a pic of your boobs first.” He replied.

I laughed out loud and snapped a picture of my chest with a bit of cleavage and the use of my arms to squish my boobs together and up but I had a tank top on. I sent it.

“Naked boobs please…” He wrote.

I giggled, “I’m not that kind of girl.” I replied, “Send yours first and maybe a dicture (lol) I’ll think about it. ;0)”

“Dicture?”

“Dick picture. LOL.”

“You first.” He replied.

Then it hit me. What if this wasn’t him?  I cringed and thanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t sent a naked picture.

“Gimme the code word,” I replied, “So I know it’s really you!”

Five minutes passed. I started to feel sick. It’d been instant replies up until that point and now nothing. I dialed his number.

He answered, “Tia?”

“Hi!”

“Hey, Baby. It’s late. You still up?”

“I’m so happy to hear your voice.” I started to shiver.

“Me too. Miss you. Sorry I haven’t texted you today yet. Been a bit nuts. I should be home in 2, maybe 3 days, though. Why you up so late?”

“Tommy.”

“What?” His voice changed. He knew something was wrong, “What, Baby. What?”

I told him what’d happened.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He growled, “I’ll deal. Go to sleep. Don’t stress.”

“Don’t stress?”

“No. I’m calling Dare. I’ll get to the bottom of it.”

“Kay,” I whispered.

“Tia?”

“Hmm?”

“Love you. Good catch.”

“Yeah. Love you.”

“Save the messages. My brother might need to look at your phone.”

We said goodnight. I didn’t sleep a wink the rest of the night.

Who now? I couldn’t wait until all of this was over, until he got us out and away from the danger.

It was embarrassing when Dario went through my phone in the morning. Him seeing the banter and my silly kissing photo, not to mention the tank top with the cleavage and references to Tommy’s dick. Ugh. He’d gotten a call from Tommy at 2:30 AM when we’d gotten off the phone and looked very serious about the matter. He took my phone while we were at the island in the kitchen, perused the messages, his jaw got tight, and then he disappeared into Tommy’s office with the phone. I didn’t hear anything else about the matter and he gave me the phone back and told me to keep being vigilant about messages. 

The night before Tommy was scheduled to come home, I woke up to an alarm blaring the house down. Burglar alarm?

I jumped out of bed and threw my robe on and climbed under the bed. There was only the knife strapped, Tommy hadn’t replaced the guns. My heart hammered in my chest and I wasn’t sure if by this point I should be permanently traumatized or starting to get numb to this sort of stuff.

When the alarms stopped, I heard the bedroom door open and my hand went to the knife. Then I hear Dario’s loud and panicked-sounding voice, “Tia!”

“Under the bed!” I called out.

“Come out,” he told me.

“What was that?” I scampered to my feet.

He had a gun in his hand, pointed at the floor and a ferocious-looking expression on his face. He walked over to the patio doors and checked the knobs. They were locked. He moved the blinds aside and looked out. Then he opened them and looked out. His whole body tightened for a second and then he turned around and looked at me. I was standing there, arms wrapped around myself but trying to get a read on his expression, which looked absolutely murderous, “Dario?”

“Get dressed.” He motioned toward the closet absently with the gun. I frowned, looked at it, then went in and put on a pair of jeans, a hoodie over my tank top and sleeping shorts. I slipped on my leather flip flops. I fastened an elastic band around my gathered up hair into a messy bun as I walked back out and then at his, “Follow me,” I followed him down to the office where a guy I didn’t know personally but had seen over at Tom Sr.’s house stood. He looked alert and at Dario, his arms folded across his chest. He gave me a polite nod.

Dario put his gun into the back of his suit pants. It was three a.m and he was still fully dressed.  He motioned toward a chair, “Relax a minute, Tia. We just need to make sure the house is secured. Someone tripped the burglar alarm and the land line isn’t working. He dialed a number on his cell, “Status update?”

I sat down on a chair and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

“Get to the balcony outside the master and do a sweep.” He answered.

I frowned. What the heck did that mean?

I sat for about an hour in Tommy’s office with the guy while Dario went off somewhere in the house or on the property. Then I was told I could go back to bed. 

Tommy was home a few hours later and I knew this because he was in bed with me, all over me. Fingers, lips, tongue, cock. He devoured me like it hadn’t been a week; it’d been more like a century.

“Missed you so much,” he breathed against my ear while he was thrusting his cock into me hard, so hard. So good…

“Why are you back early?” I rasped, “And did you get a lot done?” Then my head was banged a little against the headboard with the force of his hips against mine. He rubbed my head and took the brunt of my head hitting his hand and his knuckles hitting the headboard a few beats and then grabbed a pillow and shoved it behind my head to shield it, still without missing a beat, without breaking our connection, without stopping his rhythm.

“No one is going to fuck with what’s mine,” he grunted angrily and then he slowed and deepened the driving into me, taking us both to orgasm. He rolled and I fell asleep on top of him, him still inside of me.

Later on, he told me that someone had been on the balcony outside our door and that something had been left. He didn’t tell me what but his eyes were filled with wrath when he said he suspected they were there to hurt me as a message to him. I didn’t know what was going on now but suspected it was huge. I didn’t know if it was an old threat or a new one. He didn’t want to discuss it and asked me to have faith that he’d protect me.

A Week Later…

We were getting ready for Tom Sr.’s welcome home dinner.  He’d been released from the hospital several days before and now that it was Sunday, the usual Ferrano family Sunday dinner thing was on. Lisa had called and told me to make sure we came, that’d extended family would be there, too, to welcome Tom home. Tommy told me things were tense with his father and that some shit was going on in the business but said we’d go for the sake of appearances.

The past week had largely consisted of me and Tommy seeing very little of one another. He was closed-lipped about things going on businesswise and hadn’t said anything, really, about his time away. He was gone a lot.  When he was home he was affectionate and sweet, if quiet and preoccupied.

I watched Tessa’s boys a few times and Sarah and I watched Luc’s girls together the day she gave birth to their baby, a 5 pound 2 oz. slightly early but healthy bouncing boy they’d called Nicholas James.

The house security had first been beefed up since the night Tommy came home but then it dropped off, which I found odd. Security dwindled to just Nino during the day and Dex at night, which I asked Tommy about and he said that things weren’t cool with his father and that many of the usual guards were reassigned to other Ferrano projects by his father.  He was planning to hire private security but had an intense vetting process because of the problems in the past little while.

My first outing in a while was on the Friday before the dinner at Tom and Lisa’s. I’d been taken to a shooting range where Tommy got me comfortable with a gun so that he could leave a gun here knowing I’d know how to use it and knowing I wouldn’t be afraid of it being here. Tommy hadn’t said anything further about his exit plan and I didn’t want to press him, knowing there was a lot on his mind.

The air was thick with tension for the whole welcome home dinner.  Bianca and Nino, her mother, her Aunt Joanne and Aunt Joanne’s husband Al were there plus a few other people that were friends and associates. It was catered affair. Tessa was somber and Tom was edgy and terse with everyone.

Tommy and Dario hung back for the most part, in conversation with one another rather than their father and the rest of the room.  Tommy whispered to me to say my goodbyes right after dessert. As I was making the rounds to say goodbye, the oddest thing happened as I approached Tommy’s father. I leaned in as he’d motioned to hug me but then he hooked his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me to him. He kissed me on the mouth, forced his tongue into my mouth, and then looked at Tommy with ferocity on his face. The whole room seem to be stunned and the electricity coming off Tommy…he was wired. Suddenly I was pulled back and they were chest to chest, both glaring at one another. Dario grabbed my elbow and then ushered me out of the room. The whole room then emptied, leaving Tommy and his father in there. Two dozen people were suddenly spilling out into the backyard and Dario was putting me into Tommy’s jeep, “Two seconds, Tia.” Dario said and then ran back into the house.

My heart was hammering in my chest. I looked at the house and Lisa and Luc were standing there talking and they were staring at me. I opened my mouth, still in shock, and shrugged at them. Lisa had tears in her eyes and Luc looked like she wanted to spit venom but it didn’t look like it was directed at me.

Suddenly my door opened and someone pulled me out by the arm. I didn’t recognize him. He was a tall and husky guy with no neck. He wore a men-in-black suit and dark glasses.

“What are you doing?”

“Come with me.” he said and he put me in the back seat of a black car behind the Jeep. Luc and Lisa were staring, open-mouthed, so were some other people. The doors opened and two more burly goons got in on either side of me and the car drove away from the house.

What on earth?

Tommy

I was fucking steaming fucking mad. My Pop wasn’t happy about what’d happened at the hospital that day and hadn’t taken our calls or seen us since. He knew I was still digging into his activities and that I was finding out shit that made my skin crawl.  My father was more power hungry, more ruthless, and more evil than I had ever realized.

He’d frozen us out. He’d frozen company accounts and was taking legal action to lock Dare and me out of the business, even though we owned shares on paper. He’d put a lawyer in charge. Lisa didn’t know squat about it all so of course she’d invited us to Pop’s big surprise welcome home dinner and Pop hadn’t looked at us once all day until he put his hands and his mouth on my girl and looked right at me and that’s when I was ready to fucking lose it. I’d been behind Tia and immediately ripped her out of his arms and got in his face.

Dario took her away and the room cleared out.

“What in the fuck was that?” I demanded after a stare down that went on until the French doors to that room and the sliding doors to the outside clicked shut and it was just us two in the room.

He said nothing, just looked at me with cold dead-looking eyes.

“Pop!”

“Everything you have, my boy, everything you have is because of my blood, my sweat.”

I raised my brows, “You haven’t made me work for everything I’ve got? You haven’t made me prove loyalty and worth to you every single fucking day of my life? Your kids, everyone who has ever loved you haven’t all paid a heavy price for being your family, your wives?”

Pop snickered.

“You don’t put your fucking hands on her again.” I warned, “If you weren’t who you are to me you’d be in the fucking ground for that shit.”

He didn’t reply, just kept looking at me with hatred.

“I guess Dare and I have your answer.” I said as my brother re-entered the room.

“You might wanna rethink this, boys,” He gave me a sick smile.

“What’s up your sleeve?” Dario asked him.

“Re-think this.” Pop threatened.

I shook my head, “No. I’m done.”

I walked outside.

I walked by my two sisters who were huddled with Lisa by the gazebo near the door and saw the Jeep. It was empty. I looked back at the girls.

“Three of Pop’s men drove off with her, Tommy.” Tessa whispered, “Lisa said they pulled her out of your car and left in a black Impala.”

I ran back into the house toward the room I’d been in with Pop and Dare. Dario met me in the hall.

I pushed past him, “Where the fuck?”

The room was empty.

“Where’d he go?” I yelled to my brother.

Dario looked back, “I dunno. He left the room after you. I made a call.”

“He fucking took her!” I snarled.

I tore through the house looking for Pop but he wasn’t there. I finally found Nino, who’d been in the garden off that room and he’d seen Pop come outside and head toward the driveway. He had been watching his son play with the other kids while Bianca was in the kitchen with some of the other women so he hadn’t paid attention. Just saw Pop casually leave the property. Most of the men were still on Pop’s payroll. The house security had been part of that until last week when he cut me off. Nino and Dex stayed with me, I was paying them.

I got on my phone and dialed Pop’s cell.

“You’re in time out, my boy,” is how Pop answered the phone. I tried to get a lock on the rage that was building in me but no, it wasn’t happening,

“Where the fuck---” I started but he cut me off.

“I’ll call you later and we’ll discuss the extra payment you’ll have to make if you want her back. Like you’ve changed your mind about loyalty to me, I’ve changed my mind, too. I’ve decided that $35K for Athena wasn’t quite enough.” He hung up. He hung up on me.

Tia

“I almost kept you for myself, Athena.” Tom said to me, “Almost. Now that…
that
woulda been the ultimate fuck you to your father.”

We were in a living room of a cabin in the woods where we’d been dropped off by his three thugs. It was just the two of us in there, the thugs were mulling about, armed, outside. He was pouring me a glass of wine.

I visibly shuddered. He continued talking, “Saw you on that street and it felt like I could have a do over with Carlita. But then I remembered you clutching your little dolly in my car that night, begging to go home to your Mommy. If it weren’t for that image burned in my brain, I wouldn’t have given you to my son.”

I tried to hold my emotions in check. But he went on, “Your father, piece of shit moron that he is, he thinks this was all his idea.  I told him it was time to pay his debts, planted a few seeds, and he practically offered you on a silver platter.”

My armor split right down the middle and I started to lose my foothold, started to lose my foothold on everything.

“He’d have agreed to it being me, being Tommy, or you given to my pool guy if it’d mean saving his ass.”

I was going to throw up.

“Dario has a thing for you. Wishes it were him.  I know how he feels. I wish it were me.” He downed his drink, put his glass down, and then he started to walk towards me.

“He’s here, sir.” A gruff voice announced. Then I heard a gunshot and a thump. The goon who’d announced that was down on the ground, bleeding from his head. Then I heard rapid fire outside the cabin. I turtled on the floor and scampered backwards against a wall.

Tom Sr. advanced and got right in front of me. He was an inch from me when I heard Tommy’s voice and then saw him. Tommy was in the doorway and the gun in his hand was pointed at his father. On his face was a hard, stony, hateful expression and it was trained on his father, “Back away,” he told him.

Tom sneered at Tommy and then reached over and grabbed me and yanked me to my feet, then spun around so that he was in the corner of the room and my back was against his front. Tom’s arm was around my neck, my throat in the crook of his arm; his fingers digging into my shoulder.

Tommy didn’t look me in the eye. He was looking at his father.

“You let her fucking go, Pop.  Now.”

“I gave her to you!” Tom shouted, “She saves your soul from hell and you thank me by pointing a gun at me, boy?”  Tom started to laugh.

“Let. Her. Go.”

I’d never seen Tommy’s face like that. In all the moments when he’d frightened me, in all the times I thought his anger couldn’t be any scarier, nothing had prepared me for the emanating anger that was coming off of him at that moment.

“You letting me walk out of here, son?”

“No.” Tommy’s eyes were cold. Stone cold.

“Then why would I let you have her back?”

I felt Tom shuffle behind me.

“Don’t move!” Tommy hollered but Tom was quick. There was something cold against my temple.  His gun.

Tommy’s jaw tightened.

Then Tom cocked the gun, “Drop your gun or there’s a bullet in her brain.”

Tommy didn’t hesitate, he dropped his gun and it slid across the floor. The cold steel left my temple.

“The love of a good woman, huh?” Tom said softly, “It does a lot to a man.  I hope you appreciate that I gave this to you. But I’m surprised you’re so weak to choose her over yourself. Thought I raised you better.”  He pushed me forward and I landed on the floor. I looked back and he had his gun trained on Tommy.

“Protecting what’s mine isn’t weak, Pop. It’s what a real man does. He prioritizes his family above all else.”

“Yeah? So why are you betraying
me
, my boy?”

“You’re wrong, Pop. You’ve chosen wrong. You’ve chosen power and ego over family. You taught me wrong. You bred anger and hate and rage into me. Somehow that beautiful girl on the floor at your feet, she changed all that for me. Made me want to put her first. She’s my family, my future. She and I won’t raise our kids the way I’ve been raised, Pop.”

He shook his head, “You think it’s been easy for me? Keep my family safe? Build this business for you and your brother? You think I haven’t had to make some gut-wrenching decisions in my life? You think I’m gonna let you shit on it? You turn your brother against me?” Tom was shaking his head in disgust, “How’d it feel when I took her? You like having something of yours taken away? You’re trying to take my company away from me, the respect your brother has for me. I don’t know what happened to your respect. I tried to get her last week, you know? Disarmed your house. You’re lucky I’ve had a chance to calm down since then or I might’ve shot her dead right in front of the whole family.”