DOM: Alliance Series Book Three

Dom turns the engine off, and quiet descends around us.

I didn’t bother trying to figure out what part of downtown Dom lives in. I’m not familiar enough with the city for it to matter. And I’m guessing he has a pretentious penthouse, so I’m sure I’ll be able to look out the windows and figure out where I am.

I may still be ignorant about what exactly being the head of the Chicago mafia entails, but I’m assuming it involves massive amounts of money.

Dom climbs out of the SUV, and I want to slap myself in the face.

It seems so obvious now.

That’s why he didn’t bat an eye at the armed guards outside King’s gate.

Probably also why that guard pulled his freaking gun out. He must’ve recognized Dom.

Love that I’m apparently the only person who doesn’t know who Dominic is.

My door gets yanked open, startling a yelp out of me.

An angry-looking Dom leans into the open doorway, crowding me as he reaches across to unbuckle me.

This time I don’t flinch. I just freeze.

His scent has been filling the car this whole time, but his leaning across me brings it right to my senses. No avoiding it.

As Dom starts to pull away, he grips my knees and spins me on the seat.

I should protest. Slap him. Something. But I’m too surprised to react.

Hands still on my knees, Dom drags me forward until my butt is ready to slide off the seat.

Geez, someone is in a hurry.

But instead of letting me slide out to the ground, Dom moves his hands to my hips and yanks me to him, lifting me out of the vehicle.

My body reacts on its own. Arms wrapping around his neck. Legs circling his waist.

Unwanted heat spears through my body as he digs his fingers into my sides. And he takes two steps to the side before shoving my back against the vehicle.

“Put me down,” I try to snap, but it comes out weakly.

“No.”

I unhook my arms and push at his chest.

Dom presses me harder into the side of the SUV as he lets go of me with one hand so that he can catch both of my wrists and press them to my chest.

My cleavage heaves against his knuckles as I try to catch my breath. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Just hold still,” he demands, but my focus locks on his hands. Those big, strong hands, covered in ink.

It never even crossed my mind that he was a gangster. But knowing what I know now, I don’t know how I didn’t see it. His eyes, the ones I thought were full of so much history, really are. But it’s a darker history than I imagined. His calloused palms. The skull permanently drawn into the middle of his chest. The confidence.

How did I miss so much?

“I don’t know how much you know about your brother’s life, but mine is much the same. You’ll have a driver everywhere you go. And a bodyguard who will accompany you when you leave the car.”

“What?” Someone escorting me, too? “No.”

He shakes my hands a little. “Yes.”

“I can’t have a bodyguard come with me to work.”

“He’ll wait in the lobby.”

“You can’t—”

“I can.” Dom leans closer. “You’re in my city now, remember? I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

“You…”

Dom shifts his body, and I can feel him.

I can feel him pressing between my legs.

My body doesn’t know that we don’t like him anymore.

I try to close my legs, but his hips are still between them, so I just end up tightening my thighs around him.

“Put me down,” I whisper.

“Not yet.” Dom brings his lips just inches from mine. “If I give you another ring, will you wear it? Or will you throw it out another window?”

I look down at the hand he’s using to hold my wrists and see the plain gold band on his finger.

He left it on.

And it fits him perfectly.

And he brought the rings with him.

Because he planned this.

I remember the look on his face earlier when I asked him if he was drunk, too, for our wedding night.

“Answer me, Val.”

An awful suspicion sneaks into my brain.

I meet his eye. “Did you drug me?”

He doesn’t so much as blink. “Will you wear the ring?”

Anger finally breaks through the hurt inside me.

“Did you fucking drug me?” I snap.

Dom stares back at me. “Yes.” Then his mouth cracks into a smile. “Will you throw the ring out a window?”

“Yes.” I bite my teeth together to keep from screaming.

The man just admitted to drugging me like it’s nothing.

“Alright, then.” Dom slides my body down his. “Let’s go upstairs.”