Chapter Thirty-Three
Dominic
Mother fucking dog.
Look at him striding toward me like he owns the place.
Jacques Belmont walks like he thinks he’s a god and the sun shines from his ass.
I chose this coffeehouse and sat in the back for a reason.I don’t want him pulling any stunts on me.If he's idiot enough to try shit with me, I have my gun tucked in my jacket ready for action.
This meeting here is to assess and observe.I thought I'd fit it in before I meet Aiden later.
As Jacques approaches, I keep a straight face and square my shoulders.With a fake as fuck smile on my face, I greet him like we’re old pals.
“Dominic D’Agostino, to what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?” Jacques says inclining his head to the side.With his eyes narrowed, he reminds me of a cunning fox.
I can’t tell anybody how happy I was that Candace wasn’t really interested in his pompous ass.
“Oh no, not at all the pleasure is all mine.”
“Well, it would be mine if you’d like to sell me the lovely Candace Ricci.I’m sure we can discuss a fitting price.”
Jesus, he does want her. I can just bet too that he wants her because she’s beautiful and sweet.She has that innocence about her that appeals to devils like him.
Men like him like to break women like her.
As he leers at me, I have to tamp down my rage and the urge to pop a bullet between his eyes.
“No, I’m sorry Jacques. My girl is not for sale.”
“That’s quite a shame. I had a playroom ready for her.”
He’s pushing me. I just don’t know why.
“So do I, and my little kitten is very happy where she is.Take a seat.” I lift my chin, motioning for him to sit in the chair opposite me at the wooden table.
“So what’s this about? When last I checked you were ready to kill me for trying to get your girl.”
I give him a wild smile and chuckle.“Yes, I did, didn’t I? At least now you know your place.”
“My place? I think it’s you who should check yours.She never mentioned she was seeing you, and it’s rather odd that she’d enter such an auction when she’s supposedly yours.” He looks me up and down.
The fucker is right to point out those details, but that’s all they are.
“Candace knows who she belongs to now Jacques Belmont.My absence rocked the nest, but I sorted it out.Give a woman the pleasure she seeks and she will always be true to you.”
“How touching.”
“Yes, it is. Anyway, this meeting is about some questions I had.My own vetting.”
“I thought I had already been vetted.”
“Not by me,” I inform him and he doesn’t like the tone I take with him.
“What do you want to know?”
“Well, I’m sure you understand that we’re very protective of the Syndicate and we want a brotherhood.I have to be able to trust my brothers, my blood brothers, and those who become initiated in the Syndicate.”