Dom’s POV
Dom’s POV
It had been two months since the kidnapping fiasco, and a little more than two months of meeting with Sophie once a week.
I had tried to figure out a way to meet more frequently, to spend time with her, but I couldn’t think of any excuses without coming off like it was to get more information against her father or in general.
I came up with the idea of working lunches and she didn’t seem to read more into it which worked perfectly.
I still had not told Marco that I was starting to develop feelings for her.
I should actually thank Marco. Whenever he started coming to the meetings, she began relaxing more in my presence.
By the end of the two months, she was as casual with me as she had been with Marco.
I was jealous of the fucker, that was for sure.
I didn’t know how to approach her with my feelings for her.
I didn’t think she would believe me with her track record and our history thus far within this arranged marriage.
Sophie had been phenomenal in the information she had provided me about her father.
She knew schedules, business information, and illegal activity.
She had given me a wealth of knowledge I had been able to share with Maximo that would help with our plan against the Don.
Maximo had agreed to support my plan and provide whatever backup I needed.
Basically, I would owe him a favor now. But it would be worth it in the end. I would make sure of it.
Maximo had been more supportive of me than I had anticipated.
He had told me it was because I was a Don who actually earned my place, instead of being birthed into it.
Maximo’s father was a Don, which was how he became a Don.
The Don I replaced did not have anyone he wanted to take over for him, so he had encouraged me, from a soldier up, to become his next Don.
Maximo even said I had done a better job than the previous Don of my clan.
I was in the middle of a meeting with Marco when one of my enforcers came charging in. He knew better than to interrupt us without knocking.
He looked tense and agitated. “Boss, we may have a problem.”
I leaned forward in my chair from behind my desk. I noticed Marco became alert as well.
“What’s wrong, Salem?”
“Gregor hasn’t responded to my text messages in the last thirty minutes, or phone calls.”
I immediately pulled up his tracker on my desktop.
I frowned in concentration. “This says he’s at the mall.”
He would be with Sophie, and he knew better than to not respond to contact with the Head Enforcer.
“Send a team. Now.” I suddenly felt on edge. Something didn’t feel right.
Marco and I continued to talk about business, even though I knew he could tell I was not focusing. After another 15 minutes, my phone rang. It was Salem.
“Tell me.”
“Boss, we found Gregor unconscious in a hallway in the mall. Miss Sophie is not here.”
Motherfucker!
“Find my wife! Now!” I stood and grabbed my phone.
Marco called out behind me, “I got Diego on the line. He’s looking at security cameras in the area.”
I headed for the SUV, ready to go.
“Sonofabitch! Find my wife, goddamit!”
As we were pulling out of the parking area of the mansion, I got a text from my IT guy, Diego.
“Motherfucker! Why the fuck is my wife at a fucking strip club?”
I was practically vibrating in the seat.
I told the driver to get to the Alley Cats strip club and pronto. Someone was going to lose their shit today.
I was so pissed, I was ready to pull my gun on someone, anyone.
We pulled into the parking lot of the club 20 minutes later. If anyone touched my wife, they were going to lose a fucking limb. Or two. Or more.
Another SUV pulled up next to mine, all my men got out, stepping in line behind me as I stormed to the entrance of the club. I was having a hard time keeping control.
Once I passed the threshold, I had to wait until my eyes adjusted.
It was dark, with only subtle lighting spaced out with the exception of the spotlight on the dancer and the pole on the stage across the room.
Once my eyes adjusted, I noticed a woman approaching with barely there clothes on.
She had on a short tight skirt, pasties on her nipples, and had a boa draped around her neck.
She had on silver glitter high heels that made her look awkward.
“Hey suga’ honey. Can I help you with somethin’?
” She gave me a suggestive look that was probably supposed to be sexy.
It wasn’t. I had a feeling if the lights really had been on the makeup on her face would have been Halloween level awful.
That made me think of Sophie and how she never wore makeup.
Except when attending galas and events. She didn’t need makeup. She was absolutely stunning without it.
I didn’t have time for this whore. “Where’s your boss?”
“Oh honey. No need for him to get involved. How ‘bout I help you?” She started to come closer when I put my hand up to stop her.
“Your fucking boss. Now!” I snapped at her.
She stepped back, looking scared shitless. “He’s this way.” She turned swiftly and moved quicker than I would have expected in those stiletto heels.
“Cam, this man wants to talk to you.” She approached a squirrely looking man, wearing a suit that looked too big on him. She continued walking, not looking back. Smart woman.
‘Cam’ smiled wide at me, reaching his hand out to me to shake, which I did not accept. His smile wavered as he awkwardly took his hand back to his side.
“How can I help you, Mr. Gutierrez?”
Good. He knew who I was.
“Where’s my wife?”
He took a step back, hand to his throat, and choked out, “Your what?”
“My wife! Where is my fucking wife?” I was barely containing my rage at this point.
From behind me, in a tense voice, one of my men said, “Boss?”
I started to turn to him, when I saw her. She was standing between two big fellas, probably bodyguards or bouncers. One was leering at the women walking around, the other was standing slightly in front of my wife, protectively. He could live. The other one was questionable.
I heard noises from behind me. I turned to look when I realized several men were leering in my wife’s direction. I turned back to Sophie, and caught my breath.
Motherfucking fucker!
If she had been dressed like that anywhere other than in a strip club full of disgusting horny men, I could appreciate what she was wearing. Or not wearing.
I could feel my cock harden quickly.
Sonofabitch!
She was standing with her head down to the floor.
She had on a barely there bra, covering her nipples, but not much else.
Holy shit did she have the most beautiful large breasts I had ever seen.
She had so much skin exposed, I almost choked.
She appeared to have on some sort of thong or underwear which was covered by a golden waist chain that covered parts of her naked ass.
And now I was as hard as a fucking rock. She looked delicious!
And these fucking men were seeing her like that, leering at her. I could tell she was uncomfortable with how she looked, her head down.
Without thinking, I turned to the owner, mister squirrely, stared him in the face as he began to realize he had just fucked up.
I reached out and grabbed him in a quick choke hold, then snapped his neck.
I heard screams, but I didn’t care. I dropped his body to the ground and approached Sophie.
She wouldn’t look up at me which pissed me off even more.
This woman should not be feeling any sort of shame. She had the most beautiful, luscious body I had ever seen.
The man I did not like, said, “What the fuck you think your doing? You can’t just go around killing people, you fucking asshole.”
I turned my gaze to him, barely containing my rage. “Get the fuck away form my wife.”
That apparently did it. He looked like he would shit himself. He put his hands up defensively and began backing away.
“Shit! Shit! I just work here. I didn’t fucking know.” He turned and walked away quickly.
I turned to the other guy. He continued to remain in a protective stance near my wife. He stared at me, hard. I maintained eye contact.
“Want a new job?”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Why?”
“You seem to have taken on the job of protecting my wife from these fucking leeches. How would you like to be her new bodyguard, since the old one did a shit job?”
He glanced down at my wife, making me sneer. “Don’t fucking look at her.”
He looked back at me, cautiously. After a few moments of silence, he nodded ever so slightly.
“I would be honored to protect Miss Sophie.”
“Good. The job is yours.”
I looked back at Sophie, still not moving.
“One of you need to give my wife a jacket, since I didn’t bring mine.”
Salem stepped up and draped his jacket around Sophie, then stepped back behind me quickly.
Salem was a large man. His jacket covered her more like a dress. I was grateful for it. Now no one could see anymore of her enticing bare skin. I was still hard as rock and knew this was going to take a cold shower and a hand job when I got back home.
But maybe this little excursion would teach people from now on not to fuck with my wife.
During the whole ride back to the mansion, Sophie curled into herself, keeping her head down. I wanted to say something to her, but I was so fucking pissed.
How did they get her? Why did they take her? Never mind. It didn’t fucking matter. This shit would not happen again.