He’s fucking selling Dee!
; The need to kill was running through his veins like wildfire. The son of a bitch was going to sell his child. Edging back to the door, he silently opened it, ready for the night to be over. He no longer cared about damage control, or if anyone found out. He was the one to kill this son of a bitch. He was fucking done.
Following the sound of voices deeper into the bowels of the building, he found Bradshaw standing with three other men in the middle of the room. A quick glance around showed it was just the four of them.
Listening, he waited until they would be caught off guard. “She’s still pure, yeah?” One of the guys asked in a thick eastern European accent. Bulgarian maybe? His blood was boiling knowing just what they were talking about.
“As pure as they come. She’s got attitude, though. You’ll have to whip her into shape.” Bradshaw’s slimy English accent boasted.
Dominic was ready to explode in a cloud of gunfire and rage.
“Good, she’ll make a fabulous toy.” The Bulgarian laughed.
“Sure, let’s get this done, shall we, gentleman? You’ve seen the pictures. She has unique eyes. You’ll never see anything like them again.” He was fucking proud of this shit?
“One million,” the Bulgarian offered.
He lost it. Two shots nailed the bodyguards right between the eyes before either of them knew what was coming. Blood splattered Bradshaw and the Bulgarian as their bodies collapsed. Eyes wide with shock, lifeless. Perfect.
“Don’t fucking move you piece of shit,” he ordered Bradshaw. The Bulgarian was still in shock at his dead bodyguards laying on the ground beside him. “You came here to fucking sell her?” He roared. No longer able to contain his anger, he slammed a fist into Bradshaw’s gut, making sure to hit a kidney.
Bent over and wheezing for breath, Dom slammed his face down against his knee. A satisfying crunch came from his nose. Pushing him to the ground brutally, he turned his attention to the Bulgarian.
“Wait, this was his idea…” The guy tried to backpedal.
Cocking his head to the side, Dom remained silent. Studying the waste of skin as he tried to negotiate his way out of death. “I have money, lots of money.” His stammering just further pissed him off.
“You think I care about money?” he asked in a low, deadly voice. “You were going to buy a child. An innocent child. You were excited about the prospect of her being untouched.”
Resignation finally registered in his eyes. He knew he was going to die. In this life only a few things were certain, and death was one of them. Lifting his Glock, he pointed it between the scum ball’s eyes telling him, “You were going to try and take what was mine.” Pulling the trigger, Dom understood his grave mistake.
Scurrying sounds behind him drew his attention to his boss’s attempt to get up and run. “Fucking pussy,” he mumbled to himself as he fired a shot into Bradshaw’s calf. His screams rent the night air.
“Don’t do this, Slade. I own you. You won’t get away with this!”
“Are you for fucking real? You think you scare me? You think I wasn’t sent to do this very thing to you?” He was truly amazed that he thought he could scare Dom out of killing his sorry ass.
“Think about what this will do to my daughter.”
“You just tried to fucking sell her!” he bellowed. So far beyond anger.
“I know; it was part of the deal. H...he wanted her. He was going to give me a better deal on the gunrunning. I needed the money!” Bradshaw was near tears now.
“Make no mistake, Bradshaw, she is mine. Has been since the day you raised your hand to her. Did you honestly think you could get away with this? That I wouldn’t go to the ends of the earth to find her if you were successful?” His sheer stupidity amazed him.
“I knew you paid too much attention to her!” A sick sneer came across his face.
“Don’t be stupid, you fuck. Unlike you, I give a shit about her.” Pulling out his phone, he texted a buddy of his telling him what he needed before he dragged Bradshaw’s sorry ass back to the car.
“She’s gone.” He grumbled as Dom knelt down to pick him up.
He froze mid-action. “What the fuck you mean she’s gone?”
“I sent her away tonight. Why do you think I wanted you here? You were entirely too close to her. She needs to learn a hard lesson.”
“And what lesson is that?”