Devoured by Doms (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 4)

“Yes, but don’t forget Niklaus went to see him thanks to one dirty politician,” Dylan said.

“Let me through.” The distinct Russian accent hit Cam’s ears like a razor, and he pulled Erica in even tighter and let his hand find the butt of his gun in case it was needed.

“Speak of the devil,” Nicole grumbled.

“Let me get to my nephews.” Mitrofanov stepped over the yellow tape, followed by his two sons. He ran to the corpses and dropped to the ground next to them. “Gleb. Gerasim. Moy milyy plemyannikov. Chto oni sdelali dlya vas.”

Cam had no idea what the Russian words meant, but it was clearly about the two stiffs and the rage their fat uncle was feeling.

Niklaus turned his angry glare to Jason. “You will pay, Sheriff. These boys were innocent.”

“Not true, Mitrofanov. TBK’s cameras captured everything. If you want to see the footage, I’m sure we can arrange a viewing. Now, if you don’t want me to arrest you, leave. This is a crime scene. You can collect the bodies of your nephews after the autopsies are finished by Doc Ryder and not before.”

“Papa, let’s go,” one of his sons said, bending down and pulling him up to his feet.

Niklaus closed his eyes. When they opened, the slimeball’s demeanor was completely changed. “Please forgive my outburst, Sheriff. The loss of two young lives is hard for an old man. I had no idea my troubled nephews had slipped so far. I only wanted the best for them.”

“Nice story, Mitrofanov,” Cam said. “Jason will connect this whole shit to you and then you’ll be going to prison where you belong.”

“And if he can’t?”

“Don’t try to goad me,” he said, feeling the rage bubble up inside him. “I’m not that stupid.”

“No. I suppose you’re not.” Niklaus shook his head. “A sad day for all of Destiny.”

Then the fat fuck walked back the way he’d come.

“The bastard means to stay in town it seems to me,” Nicole said.

“He has to until we get this case fully investigated,” Jason said. “Fuck, I don’t want him in my town.”

“None of us do, Jason,” Dylan said.

No truer words had ever been spoken.

“May I go, Jason?” Erica asked. “I really need a drink of water.”

The sheriff nodded. “Of course. I might have more questions for you later. I’ll call you if I do.”

“Thank you.”

Cam put his arm around the bravest woman he’d ever known, his and Dylan’s woman. “Let’s get you out of here, baby.”

Chapter Nineteen

Dylan pulled into Erica’s driveway. Things seemed to be settling down after the shootout in TBK’s parking lot a week ago. Jason hadn’t been able to pin any of it on Mitrofanov, so the mobster was free to go. Even though Niklaus still owned the house on MacDavish, he hadn’t come back to town since he’d left to bury his nephews in Chicago. Everyone, especially Jason, hoped the mobster wouldn’t come back. Ever.

Erica was doing better each day. She’d been meeting with Sam during her lunch hour. She was learning to accept the past without regret.

Expecting to find Erica, Dylan walked into her house and found Cam, who was standing in the middle of the living room holding a piece of paper. “Where’s Erica? I thought you were supposed to meet us at Phong’s.”

Cam frowned. “And I thought you were supposed to meet us at Phongs. Check out the note she left us.” His brother handed the paper over. “Apparently, our girl is playing tricks on both of us.”

He took the note and couldn’t help but smile at the message she’d left them.

Guys,

I love you so much. You saved me in so many ways. What you did for me at the cemetery helped me reach closure. No woman could be happier than I am. You’re the reason. I know you said that we needed to go slow on the BDSM, but I’m ready. Really ready. I’ve got a private room for us at Phase Four. I’m not ready for any of the public stages, but I am ready to be the woman you deserve in every way. More than that, I can’t wait to be that woman.