“Don’t open the door to anyone but one of Lee’s boys, got me?”
“Okay.”
“I’ll see you at seven.”
Disconnect.
Oh shit.
I didn’t even get a chance to argue with him to tell him I wasn’t going anywhere with him that night. My mortal danger was getting in the way of me protecting myself from the carnal danger that was Luke.
I mentally shrugged it off and went back to work. I was making some good headway on my deadline so at least that wouldn’t be stressing me out along with everything else.
Five minutes after I put down the phone from Luke, I heard a floorboard creak in my office. I swiveled in my chair expecting to see Luke (who, incidentally, I noticed pocketed the extra set of keys I gave him last night).
Instead, I saw Dom.
I shot out of the chair, opened my mouth to scream, Dom was on me in a flash and everything went black.
* * * * *
This was my early evening:
I woke up in the back of Dom’s BMW. I’d been in Dom’s BMW, like, a gazillion times but I’d never been lying in the back unable to move my limbs (okay, so a few drunken times I’d been lying in the back but I’d been able to move my limbs).
The inability to move my limbs freaked me right the hell out.
“Dom,” I whispered.
He didn’t reply, maybe he didn’t hear me, maybe he was concentrating on driving. I started to get tingling in my extremities which I took as a good sign while I felt the car moving, like it was going in long circles. I was getting my strength back and was just able to pull myself into a sitting position when Dom parked and got out of the car then got in the backseat with me.
“Hey, you’re awake,” he said, settling next to me and turning toward me. Then for some bizarre reason, he pulled my still not entirely under my control body across his lap and leaned into me.
I blinked. “What did you do to me?” I asked.
“Stun gun. Sorry, Ava, but we need to talk and I didn’t want to put up with your mouth.”
Stun gun?
Stun gun?
Dom stun-gunned me?
I’d never even seen a stun gun. I saw a video of someone getting Tasered on YouTube (and I might add I was not at all happy that Dom had done that to me) but I’d never seen a stun gun.
What a jerk!
“You stun-gunned me?” I asked.
“We need to talk.”
I was getting back to fighting fit (read: could control my hands) and I shoved against him but his fingers wrapped around my wrists and he held on tight.
“We don’t need to talk,” I told him then said, “What are you doing here? Where have you been? The police said you were missing.”
His eyes narrowed. “You talked to the police about me?”
“No, the police talked to me about you. Your living room was shot up and for some reason a Mister Zano sent some henchmen to kidnap me and it has something to do with you. Is this Mister Zano related to you and Uncle Vito?”