She had one father try and sell her when she was just a child. Now, the other one was trying to kill her. Was that what she was meant for? To be a pawn in some maniacal game? When would she get the chance to live her life without someone trying to do her harm?
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Dom didn’t know who he wanted to kill more…Brock or Bradshaw. Or her mother who knew what was going on. At the very least, she had an idea of it. Yet not once did she try to warn her only child, a child she claimed to love more than anything. There was no explanation as to why Brock hadn’t left his life to be with her at some time in the last twelve years, and he found that to be quite suspect. He wasn’t sure if he trusted what Dee’s mother was saying or not.
The look on Deedee’s face told him all he needed to know; his woman was dying inside. Having so many things thrown at her repeatedly wasn’t going well in her mind, and he couldn’t blame her. A lesser woman would have caved long ago, but that wasn’t her style. She was the strongest, most caring woman he’d ever met. He admired her strength, even when she was being bullheaded. It made her the perfect woman to handle his over the top protectiveness.
“Princess, we gotta go. I will get to the bottom of this; I promise. But we have to get out of here.”
She nodded her head and leisurely climbed off the bed, her box of letters still clutched in her hands. Putting his finger to his lips, indicating silence, they quietly made their way back down the stairs and to the taxi he had waiting.
“Furthest hotel you’ve got with good security,” he instructed the driver as they sat in silence.
Pulling out his phone he sent a quick text to Larry.
Dom: Find out everything you can on Brock. Might be D’s real father.
Larry: Shit, she ok?
Dom: Not really. How’s li’l man?
Larry: Wants his pincess.
Jax had an extreme attachment to Dee. Normally, he’d be worried but knew she had one to him, too.
She proved it by asking, “How’s Jax?”
“Missing his pincess.” He smiled.
“I miss him, too,” she muttered, leaning into his side. He held her close as they drove, wrapping his arms around her.
He wanted to be mad at her for leaving and making him worry, but after reading that letter and seeing the anguish on her face, he knew that was how things were meant to play out. They needed the new information in order to finally end things with Bradshaw or her mother. Whoever was behind it. Then it would be time to deal with his bitchy ex.
As they arrived at the hotel, Dom paid the driver and they made their way inside. “Take a seat, Princess. I’ll get us a room,” he instructed her as they passed a small seating area in the foyer. Keeping his eye on her as he went to reception, he worried because she had yet to look up and was silent the hour-long ride it took to get there.
“How can me help ya?” the young receptionist asked.
“Just a room for the night.” He couldn’t take his eyes off Dee.
“For ye and the lass?” she asked him. Nodding his head in reply, she typed away on her computer for a few minutes before getting them a room.
Keycards in hand, he walked over to Deedee pulling her up and into his arms. He felt the need to bring her back from whatever ledge she was currently battling, so he kissed her.
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nytime their lips touched, his entire body ignited and this time was no different. His jeans got tight with the growth of his dick, his heart rate accelerated, and his head got fuzzy with need. Her moans of desire didn’t help any. The explosion of her flavor on his tongue made him want to strip her down right there and please her the best way he knew how.
Regretfully pulling back, she whimpered and held his shirt tightly to her chest while he suggested huskily, “Let’s go upstairs, Princess.”
Her dazed nod told him he’d successfully brought her out of wherever her mind had taken her. Entering the elevator, he pushed the button to their sixth floor room just as Deedee pulled his head down so their lips met in a fierce kiss.
She tried to take control long after the shock wore off, but he wouldn’t let her. Clasping his hands under her ass, he easily lifted her in his arms. “God, Dom, I’m so sorry. I made such a mistake leaving like that.” She cried, pulling from his mouth.
“Make it up to me,” he growled into her neck, biting her pulse.
Gasping, she ground herself against his abs where he had her pushed up against the wall. A ding made her pull back from him, but he wouldn’t let her. Gripping her hair tightly, he told her, “Never pull away from me, Princess. You’re fucking mine, and I don’t care who sees.” Slamming his lips on hers, he carefully walked out of the elevator.
Thankfully their room was right across the hall, and he had them in there in no time at all. As soon as the door closed behind them, he told her, “Strip and get on the fucking bed, Deidre.” She gave him an unsteady look but did as she was told.