Page 14 of Wicked Truths
SweetJustice is here.
Am I dreaming?
My breaths come in shallow pants as my eyes stare ahead.
I’m awake.
I try to scramble from the bed, but his large arm wraps around my body, holding my back against his chest.
“Sorry,” I whimper. “I didn’t find anything.”
“What were you looking for, Amara?”
But…
The voice…
“Dom, is that you?” I whisper.
“Who the fuck did you think it was?” His voice is hard, dangerous. “Now tell me what you were looking for in my office.”
Fuck!
I want to scream, but there is no point. There is nobody here and the mansion we live in only has neighbors that will stick up for him. Dominic has the police in his pocket, paying whatever it takes to make things go away.
And I know I can go away in an instance.
“I thought you were away for the weekend?” I say slowly, trying to think of an excuse for why I was searching there. “And I wanted to find my passport. I don’t want to be here anymore.” It is partly the truth.
“Your passport?” He sighs. “Why?”
I shake my head.
“I need your words, Amara. I need to know what is so fucking bad about living here that you want to run away.” He squeezes me against him when I shake my head again.
“I can’t be with someone like Mateo Conti. Please don’t make me…” I cry out. “I’ve heard the rumors about him. He’ll probably kill me.”
Dom laughs behind me. The warmth of his breath on my neck sends a shiver down my spine. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“But my mother wants…” I hesitate. “Where is she? Why are you here? You’re supposed to be in Victoria.”
“First, your mother is currently wooing her next husband. And I flew back the moment I saw my notification, which shows you snooping around my office.”
“Oh God, I’m sorry. I was just scared and didn’t know what to do.” I squeeze my eyes tightly closed, hoping he believes me. “So you and Helena are definitely getting divorced.”
He laughs behind me. “We’re not officially married. She should take my offer and run with it.”
“I was there. At the wedding, I mean.”
“At the blessing,” he corrects me. “And that is why I’ve set her up with someone I think she’ll be perfect for and he is for her.”
“Someone richer than you,” I say. I’m not stupid. I know Mom divorced my dad the moment Dom let her know just how rich he was.
Dom laughs. “Someone she can wrap around her little finger.”
“Can you release me now?”
“Should I?”
