Owned by Dominic (Possessed 1)

Needing to change the subject, she asked, “Is Jaxson with Angela still?”

“Yes. Larry is with them, and I think it’s best it stays that way until we find out what Bradshaw wants.” She understood his point, but it hurt nonetheless. She was excited to see Jax but knew him staying away from her until the danger had passed was for the best.

“Can I call him when we get home?” she asked timidly.

“I think he’d love that.” Dom smiled at her.

The rest of the way was driven in silence as Case snored in the back seat. Once they finally pulled up to Dom’s house, she immediately noticed a black SUV parked beside the house. Not hiding but trying to blend in she supposed.

“Stay here, Princess,” he told her. Leaning over the seat, he shook Case’s shoulder telling him, “Wake up, sleeping beauty, we got company.”

Casey popped up far more alert than she’d have thought possible. “Ahh, man, not again,” he grumbled seeing the SUV, but he dutifully followed Dom out to where they stood sentry in front of Dom’s truck, waiting for the occupants of the other vehicle to exit.

Who she saw stole her breath, seizing any rational function as she saw the man from her nightmares.

Bradshaw.

*****

Oh, he was pissed something fierce. As soon as Bradshaw exited his vehicle, Dom drew on him, a Glock in each hand. Case was slightly unsteady on his feet but his aim was true, so he knew his back was covered.

“Whatcha’ doing here, Bradshaw?” Dom asked lazily.

“I came to collect my daughter.” His nasally, stuffed shirt British accent grated on his nerves so badly.

“Not happening.”

“That was the deal. You bring her to me one time after she turns eighteen, then she’s yours.”

“You’re fucked up, man,” Case supplied helpfully.

Bradshaw ignored him. “Tell her to come out here.”

“She already knows everything. What torment do you need to lay on her now?”

He completely ignored Dom now and looked around him into the truck to try and see her, shouting, “Come out here now, Deidre Lynne!”

“Not happening,” Dom reiterated.

“He seriously sold her to you? I thought you were shitting me,” Case fake whispered. “What a tool.”

“You do realize I can hear you?” Bradshaw sneered at them.

“Oh shit! So you can hear? I thought you were just ignoring us.”

“Ignorant Americans,” one of Bradshaw’s bodyguards muttered.

“Here’s the thing, Bradshaw. She’s already mine–” When Bradshaw went to say something, Dom continued, “In every way possible.” He emphasized it to make his point and piss Bradshaw off. “The deal always was your life for hers. I let your sorry ass live; she’s mine. Tell me what exactly it is you want and just maybe I’ll let you see her.”

“She’s my child, I’ll do– “

“I am not you stupid, self-righteous son of a bitch! How dare you!” Of course, she wouldn’t listen to him.

“Young lady! I’ll beg your pardon to not speak to me like that.” His haughty attitude only served to piss Dom’s little she-devil off more.

“Fuck. You!” she snapped at him. “How do you like that for language?”

“Damn, Double D, you fixing to make a sailor blush or what?” Case said smartly. He could see a small smile trying to tug at her lips.