Owned by Dominic (Possessed 1)

Giving Dee a slight smile so she knew he was ok with it, he looked back to his son as Jax asked, “Who is she?”

He should have expected that question next, but he was taken aback.

Picking Jax up, he cradled him on his hip, looked him straight in the eye, and told him, “She’s your mother.”

He wasn’t sure how Jax would react to that news. He’d been asking about his mother nearly daily until Deedee came home with him.

“But I don’t wike her.”

“That’s ok.” What else was he supposed to say? You have to?

“I don’t want to wive with her.”

Dom smiled. “That’s ok, too.”

“You won’t make me?”

“Never.”

“And Pincess will stop crying now?” He looked to her as he asked that.

“Yeah, baby, I will.”

Just like that he wiggled from Dom’s arms and ran back to his coloring. Simple words kept it easy for him.

Now, if only it were as simple for them to keep Brooke away from Jaxson.

*****

The ringing of his phone had Dom getting out of bed in the middle of the night so it didn’t wake Dee, who had a hard time falling asleep with all the worry on her mind. Grabbing a pair of sweats from his dresser, he pulled them on before answering and leaving the room.

“Slade,” he snapped into the receiver.

“It’s Black. Listen, I heard you were in some trouble.” Fucking Case. “I might have some info fo

r you.”

“Shit. What is it?” He wasn’t dumb enough to start an argument when he knew their info was always solid.

“I heard some rumblings about a chick named Brooke Cavalier. She was looking to screw over some dude named Slade. Real pissy about it, too. Figured there’s only one guy I know with that name that could piss someone off so thoroughly.

“Fucking cunt,” he growled.

“I take it you know her then?” Creed asked with humor in his voice.

“Oh, I fucking know her all right. Bitch tried to trap me, then dumped our son on my steps like garbage, and now she’s coming at me with this fake bullshit need to be maternal.”

“Shit,” he cursed. “You need backup with this nut?”

“Nah, man, I got it. What else did you hear? Any idea who she’s working with?”

“Yeah, hang on, I’ve got it written down somewhere.” Papers shuffled for a few seconds before he came back. “British dude by the name of Williams. Mean anything to you?”

“Fuck! Bradshaw Williams?”

“That’s the guy. I take it you know him?”

“That’s Deidre’s father. The same cocksucker that sold her to me when she was eleven. They’re both fucking dead!” He couldn’t contain his rage as his blood began to boil. Dom was dangerously close to putting his fist through a wall.