Chapter 17
DOMINIC
Isat in my study, listening to Leo’s cell phone ring.
It was the day before the auction, and I needed to check in.
It was procedure. A day or two before the auction, I’d get the address for delivery.
The auctions were held in different locations every time.
Some at private homes, some in the woods. You just never knew.
“Leo”
He always answered the same way.
“She’s ready to go,” I said.
“Good. I’m sending you the address now.”
“How many do you have?” I always asked this question, so it wouldn’t seem out of the ordinary.
“Eleven.”
“What about buyers?”
“Two dozen.”
“Any names I should know?”
Leo paused. This wasn’t on my usual list of questions.
“No,” he said after a moment. “No names you need to know. The restrictions didn’t cause a problem, I hope?”
He’d made a point of going over the “no fucking” rule when he’d delivered Gia to the cabin. Now it made sense.
“No. I am curious about it, though. It makes my job harder,” I said.
“Buyer’s request.”
“She has a buyer? Why the auction, then?”
“It’s a humbling experience, isn’t it?”
I fisted my hand, fingernails biting into my palm. “Very.” My phone dinged with a text. I glanced at it quickly. “I have the address.” I already started to type it into google maps.
“See you tomorrow.”
We hung up, and I zoomed in on the location.
“I want to go to the auction,” Gia said.
My gaze shot up to find Gia standing in the open doorway. I hadn’t heard her come down the stairs. She wore a dark gray knitted dress, the tight fit accentuating every curve, every soft swell, every sharp edge.
I cleared my throat and adjusted the crotch of my pants, forcing my gaze back to her eyes.
The slight rising of one corner of her mouth told me she knew how she affected me.
Told me she knew how beautiful she was. I knew too.
Had seen it on day one, when she’d been huddled in a corner, beaten and filthy and stinking.
But today, it was different. Today, she stunned; every part of her alive, charged.
Her hair hung loose down her back, the thick fringe of bangs a stark contrast to her pale, creamy skin, intensifying the emerald eyes that seemed to shine brighter.
Perhaps for her newfound mission, her renewed hate.
“No.” I leaned back, folding my arms across my chest.
She leaned against the door frame and did the same. “Why not?”
“Because it’s dangerous.”
“Really? I hadn’t realized that.”
“Don’t be a smart-ass, Gia.”
“Why shouldn’t I go? Victor will be there, right?”
“I don’t know.”
“He will. He’s expecting me on the auction block, isn’t he? Won’t he want to see me humiliated? He told me when they branded me he’d see me on my knees. He swore it. I just didn’t realize he meant it so literally.”
I studied her. She was right. He’d likely be there to watch exactly that.
She walked into the study, casually scanning the books along the wall before sitting down on the couch. “Who was that on the phone?”
“Leo”
“Who’s Leo?”
“The man who fed you while I was…away.”
“Charming man.”
“Dangerous man.”
“What did he say?”
“He confirmed what you think, that Victor is planning on buying you back. He’ll still take bids, but he’s not planning on selling you. He wants to see you humbled, in Leo’s words.”
Her eyes narrowed infinitesimally, and inside them I saw her rage, raw and unrestrained. I’d need to make sure I had full control of her before letting her out of my sight. We needed to be smart about this. What I was planning would put a target on my back with too many men shooting to kill.
“I don’t want to hide anymore, not from Victor, not from anyone.”
“I understand,” I said, scratching my head. I glanced again at the image of the large stable in the middle of fucking nowhere. It’d stink. I knew that already. This wasn’t the first auction held in a barn, and old piss was the worst.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, coming around the desk.
I let her see. “Auction house.”
She zoomed in but didn’t say anything. I watched her face, saw her unease, the fear she felt that she tried hard to hide.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” I said.
“Hide what?” Her face closed down.
“Fear.”
“I’m not afraid.”
But she didn’t quite meet my gaze when she said it.
“Of course you’re not.” I stood. “Do you know how to shoot the gun I gave you?”
She shook her head.
I smiled and pulled the weapon out of the drawer I’d put it in. “Figures.”
“I guess you’ve had a lot of experience,” she said.
I glanced at her. “More than you want to know,” I answered, my tone deadly serious.
Her eyes searched mine as if she were deciding whether or not to ask the next question. She dropped her gaze.
No, she wouldn’t want to know just how bloody my hands were.
“Bring the ammunition.”
She looked inside the drawer at the two boxes, obviously not knowing which. I picked up the box and shook my head, leading the way out back. Gia followed.
I realized I’d left my cell phone back in the study when I heard it ring just as we reached the doors.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to Gia. “See if you can manage getting the gun loaded without hurting yourself.”
She took the box and the pistol and gave me a smirk.
“I’ll see if I can do that. I’m just a stupid girl, you know.”
“Nah, not stupid. But definitely a girl,” I said, taking her chin in my hand and tilting her face upward to kiss her mouth.
Being around her, it made me want. It was like all I could think of was fucking her, how I wanted to fuck her.
The many ways I still needed to fuck her.
It was like I couldn’t get close enough. Like being inside her was the only way.
The call went to voice mail, but whoever it was must have bypassed that to call back because it started to ring again.
“Persistent.” I watched Gia swallow, her eyes wide on mine when I released her.
I went into the study and checked the display, swiping the screen to answer the call.
“Salvatore?” I hadn’t expected him to be so quick with the information.
“I have some bad news.”
His voice was so low and grave, my heart fell to my stomach.
“What is it?” I sounded normal, like myself, but it was like I stood outside myself, watching. Like it wasn’t me at all who held the phone and listened to him tell his news.
“It’s our…it’s Franco.”
I sank onto the couch, a sudden chill raising goose bumps all over my body.
“What?” It came out tight.
“He passed away, Dominic. Roman found him.”
“Just a girl…”
I turned to find Gia coming inside, watched her smile vanish when she saw my face.
What? she mouthed.
“They think it was another heart attack,” Salvatore continued.
I didn’t care. I didn’t care. I didn’t fucking care.
“You should come to the house,” he said finally.
“When did it happen?”
“More than a day ago. He’d sent his staff home. Stupid old fool. He’d sent them all away.”
“He was in the house dead for more than a day?”
“Yes.”
Silence. Gia knelt at my feet, her curious, worried face turned up to mine as if she’d draw information from my mind.
“Will you come to the house, Dominic?” Salvatore asked. “I’m on my way. My flight boards in a few minutes.”
“What is it?” Gia whispered.
“I have to go,” I said.
“Dominic,” Salvatore started again, then sighed.
“I have to go,” I barely managed before hanging up, shock having made a mute out of me.
“What?” Gia persisted.
I looked down at her eager face. “Franco Benedetti is dead. My uncle found him this morning.”
No emotion crossed her face. She watched mine instead, waiting.
“I should be dancing, right?” I said wildly, standing swiftly, rubbing the back of my neck, walking a circle, not seeing her rise, not seeing anything. “I should celebrate.”
“Dominic.”
She touched my shoulder. I flinched, shrugging her off.
“Dominic.”
She was more persistent this time, her touch more firm. “He was the only father you knew. It’s natural—”
I looked at her, unable to speak. Not wanting her to see me, not now, not like this. Too much fucking emotion I should not be feeling. Too many memories flooding back, too much anger, too much rage, too much fucking goddamned regret.
“Go away, Gia.”
“No.”
“Leave me alone.”
She shook her head.
Franco Benedetti was dead. And his last words to me had been to deny me. To humiliate me. His last fucking words disowned me.
“Dominic.”
“Fucking let me go, Gia,” I snapped.
What she saw in my eyes frightened her. I knew it. I saw it. Hell, I felt it. She stepped backward, like she’d done in that room in the cabin. She kept her eyes on me, watching, as if she waited for her enemy to strike. To be prepared for when he did.
I ran a hand through my hair. I almost said something, but then I didn’t.
I walked out the door instead, fished the keys out of my pocket, made sure she was locked in the house behind me, and I drove off the property.
I needed to think. To get these fucking emotions under control.
He had made me weak in life; he would not do so in death.
I wouldn’t give him that power over me, not ever again.
I hated him.
I needed to remember that I hated Franco Benedetti.