Breaking Her (Savage Brothers Second Generation 4)

I walk slowly toward the OB Ward. The last thing I want is for Dom’s mother to see me. She might like my mom, but I have no doubts she would make me leave. Once I get Dom back, I’m going to have to work on getting that woman under my thumb. It won’t be easy, but I can’t have her getting in my way.

Right before I get there, I take cover behind a corner because Dom is there—but he’s not alone.

Jesus. That bitch Thea is back in town. When did this happen? Why didn’t Jazz tell me? She’s had the hots for Dom for years. Luckily, Dom doesn’t like her. He sees her as Breaker’s kid sister. All I need is for her to start sniffing around Dom. He’s pissed enough to play around with her because he knows we can’t stand each other. I’m mad enough to chew nails. I need to put a stop to this. I can’t just show up right now. Dom might have given into me, but he wouldn’t in front of Thea. He would be too worried Thea would see him as weak, because I have no idea if her big mouth brother told her what happened between Dom and I. That’s why she’s back. I know it is. She thought this was her chance to move in. She needs to think again.

“Why come back to Kentucky now? Thought you said unless it was a holiday and your mother made you, then you’d never step foot back in this state again,” Dom says, looking at Thea. I manage to hold my shit together. It almost kills me. I want to march in and bitch slap her.

“I heard you and that she-bitch from hell hurt Thomas. I wanted to see him.”

“Always running to my little brother’s side. Why didn’t you just tell Thomas how much you loved him? If you had, maybe he would have stopped trying to be with Gabby.”

“God, you’re not just dumb, you’re blind,” Thea snaps.

I hate to say it, but I can agree with her on this. Dom has a habit of only seeing what he wants to see. I’ve managed to use that to my advantage some, but it also caused rifts between us. If he could have tried to see things from my point of view—at least a little—maybe I could have handled things with Thomas a little better. No one will believe me, but I didn’t really want to hurt Thomas. He was sweet… I just needed someone who put me first when Dom wouldn’t.

Thomas always did.

“And you’re just as sweet as ever,” Dom laughs.

“Thomas is like my brother, my best friend. It was never like that. I just didn’t want Satan and his whore hurting him.”

“I guess you’re calling me Satan.”

“If the shoe fits, although from what I’m hearing, whore fits these days, too. Word is you’ve plowed your way through so many twinkies that you have cream coming out of your ears.”

“That’s not where the cream is, Thea, but I could show you if you wanted,” the fucker literally purrs. There’s one of those portable phone charger stands beside me and I slam it down and take off running. I’ve had enough. It’s time I show Dom that he can’t cast me aside and be done with me.

It’s not going to go down like that. I’m not going anywhere and if Thea thinks she can move in and try to snatch Dom?

She needs to think again.

Dom will belong to another woman over my dead body.

Chapter 34

Thomas

“Th-th-thought I’d find you out here.”

Dom is sitting in one of the swings out from the fire pit. Dad fixed a fire pit that’s surrounded by a huge square structure that has a porch swing hanging on each side. Growing up, my uncles would come over, or it would just be us and our family. It’s some of the best memories I had growing up and I’m sure Dom and Kayden feel the same.

I sit down on the swing closest to him and hand him one of the two beers I grabbed before coming out.

“I could have gone back to the club,” he points out, taking the beer and putting it on the ground in front of him.

“You w-wanted to talk.”

“Yeah, I guess I did,” he admits. “Your woman asleep?”

“Oh, yeah. The trip d-down here wore her out. The b-baby wears her d-d-down easily.”

“You’re so fucking happy it’s almost sickening,” Dom mutters, taking a draw off of a cigarette.

I find myself grinning. He’s not wrong. He motions to the smokes on the arm of the swing he’s on. I shake my head no, but I do crack open one of the beers and take a swig from it. I wasn’t looking forward to this conversation with Dom, but today has been a good fucking day. Kayden and the baby are good. She’s happy. I made love to my woman three times in one day—even though she bitched about me fucking her at my parents’ home. I kissed her goodnight and watched as sleep claimed her and then felt my baby kick under my palm. These are all miracles that, to be honest, I never truly expected would be mine. Even if somewhere in the back of my mind I allowed myself to dream of a life where I had a woman and a child, there was no way to prepare for how fucking good it feels. So, I’m just going to soak it in.