“Oh, hell fucking no,” Dom growled, walking towards Dee. “You’re not,” he told her. Looking to Case with a death glare, he said to him, “You’re dead.” There was menace in Dom’s voice that kept him quiet.
“But if it gets him out of our lives?” She was trying to reason with him. Good girl.
“No.”
“Dominic, you know it’s the only way.”
“No,” he repeated.
“You’re starting to sound like a broken record, man.” Casey laughed.
“Fuck you,” Dom spat.
“Dominic, I can’t just sit here and keep waiting. What if the next time, he actually hurts Jaxson?”
“The answer is no. There’s more at play than you know,” Dom finally confessed to her.
“What else is there?” she asked timidly.
Sighing, Case could hear the regret in Dom’s voice. “Brooke has had her eyes on me for a while. When she
found out about you, she went searching for Bradshaw.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t have all of the particulars yet,” Dom explained. “Creed’s coming in today. Should be here anytime actually.”
“Creed’s coming?”
She perked up at Creed’s name. Interesting, he thought in amusement as Dom carried her up to their room.
Looking to Jax, he watched as the boy took in what his parents might be doing, and why his dad lifted Deidre from the room the way he had.
“Daddy wooked mad,” he commented still staring.
“No bud, Dad’s worried.” How to explain what was happening to a three-year-old?
“Why?”
Case was a bit speechless for probably the first time in years. He had no clue how to explain what was going on. Channeling his inner three-year-old, he decided to keep it simple. “You know how your dad’s pretty awesome?”
Jax finally came to sit beside him at the table. “Yeah.”
“Well, some people have not so nice dads–“
“Wike Henwy Baker? His daddy yells at him at the feed store.”
“Yeah, sort of like that. Well, that’s how Deedee’s dad is. He’s not a nice man, and so she wants nothing to do with him.” Seems simple enough.
“But what if he just wants to be wiff her so he can be nice?” Maybe not.
“I’m afraid he’s not like that, bud,” Case told him quietly, not wanting to say too much more without Dom here to help explain better.
“He hits her?”
“I don’t know, bud.”
He was about to say more when the front door rang. “Saved by the bell,” he murmured getting up to answer.