Owned by Dominic (Possessed 1)

"Fuck sakes, Deidre," he growled at her.

She smiled.

The bitch thought that was a good sign.

Wrong move.

"Jax, baby, talk to Daddy." Handing the phone to the boy, she got out before Brooke could come any closer and Jax spotted her.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she demanded before the other woman could say anything.

"Is that any way for a lady to speak?" She wanted to smack the sugar-sweet from her voice.

"Nope. Then again, I never claimed to be a lady. What do you want?"

"My son."

Wrong words.

The only thing holding Deedee back from bitch-slapping the witch was the fact that Jax might see her do it.

"Not likely."

"That brat is mine! You can't keep him from me." Brooke started to get pissy.

"Look, I get that you came here expecting to find some meek, little woman that you could run right over. Well, I hate to disappoint you, honey, ‘cause I ain't meek, and baby, you ain't running nothing."

She got a nasty light in her eyes at Dee's words. "Look, cunt. That boy is mine. I gave birth to him, not you. He's coming with me. You will never be his mother. And one day, Dominic is going to get tired of your little innocent girl act and teenage ass and come back to a real woman. On that day, I'll be laughing in your face. Now get out of my way so I can get my son."

When she went to push past Deedee, something inside of her snapped. Without a second thought, her fist was closed and drawing back before she plowed forward hitting Brooke right in the nose. Pain in her hand was immediate, but not quite as fast as the blood dripping from the bitch's nose.

Looking back to the car quickly, she saw that Jaxson was still happily talking on the phone. Turning around, she was just in time to miss what would have been a painful slap across the face. Ducking so Brooke’s hand swept through the air, she heard the whoosh of it.

“This isn’t over!” Brooke screamed. “Give these to Dominic.” She tossed a thick folder at Dee. “I’m fighting for what’s mine.” Sliding back into her car, she slammed the door, taking off just as Dom was pulling into the driveway.

Jumping from his truck, followed by Casey, he ran to her while Case checked on Jax. “You okay?” he asked holding her face in his hands.

She was. She knew she was. So why was she shaking?

“She’s going to try and take him from us, Dom.” Even her voice shook when she spoke.

“Calm down, Princess,” he murmured, bringing his lips down to hers. “I won’t let her take our boy, so don’t worry, please.”

“Ours?” she croaked out.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled closing the small gap between their lips.

*****

“I don’t trust that bitch one lick, man,” Case growled after Dom had finally gotten Dee and Jax to go inside.

“Me either,” he told him.

“She’s up to something. And not just this custody bullshit.”

“I know.”

“So what the fuck are we gonna do about it?” Case demanded.