DOM: Chapter 46
DOM: Alliance Series Book Three
Delete.
Delete.
Send.
Delete.
I roll over and scream into the pillow.
All night I tossed and turned. Dreams of witnessing Dominic getting riddled with bullets plagued my sleep. So now Iâm tired and cranky and, worst of all, worried.
âFuck you!â My shout is muffled. But itâs not like it matters. Thereâs no one here to hear me.
I flop back over and stare at the ceiling. I need a distraction.
With an idea in mind, I pick my phone back up.
Send.
I make a face. I sound like Iâm asking if I can go outside to play.
Send.
Send.
Send.
I force myself to roll out of bed so I stop sending more texts. And itâs early enough that Dominic should still be asleep, so he probably wonât reply for a while.
Iâm halfway to the bathroom when he replies.
I stare at my phone.
Send.
A suspicion niggles in my mind.
Send.
I hold my breath.
Send.
I press the phone to my chest and swallow.
Send.
Send.
Send.
I look down at the mostly empty platters on the coffee table.
Send.
My eyes lock on the last bite of pumpkin pie.
Iâve never really cared about the holiday before, but the idea of celebrating it with Dominic twists something inside my chest.
Send.
Send
Send.
Home.
Fuck.
Send.
Send.