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Heâs fucking selling Dee!
; The need to kill was running through his veins like wildfire. The son of a bitch was going to sell his child. Edging back to the door, he silently opened it, ready for the night to be over. He no longer cared about damage control, or if anyone found out. He was the one to kill this son of a bitch. He was fucking done.
Following the sound of voices deeper into the bowels of the building, he found Bradshaw standing with three other men in the middle of the room. A quick glance around showed it was just the four of them.
Listening, he waited until they would be caught off guard. âSheâs still pure, yeah?â One of the guys asked in a thick eastern European accent. Bulgarian maybe? His blood was boiling knowing just what they were talking about.
âAs pure as they come. Sheâs got attitude, though. Youâll have to whip her into shape.â Bradshawâs slimy English accent boasted.
Dominic was ready to explode in a cloud of gunfire and rage.
âGood, sheâll make a fabulous toy.â The Bulgarian laughed.
âSure, letâs get this done, shall we, gentleman? Youâve seen the pictures. She has unique eyes. Youâll never see anything like them again.â He was fucking proud of this shit?
âOne million,â the Bulgarian offered.
He lost it. Two shots nailed the bodyguards right between the eyes before either of them knew what was coming. Blood splattered Bradshaw and the Bulgarian as their bodies collapsed. Eyes wide with shock, lifeless. Perfect.
âDonât fucking move you piece of shit,â he ordered Bradshaw. The Bulgarian was still in shock at his dead bodyguards laying on the ground beside him. âYou came here to fucking sell her?â He roared. No longer able to contain his anger, he slammed a fist into Bradshawâs gut, making sure to hit a kidney.
Bent over and wheezing for breath, Dom slammed his face down against his knee. A satisfying crunch came from his nose. Pushing him to the ground brutally, he turned his attention to the Bulgarian.
âWait, this was his ideaâ¦â The guy tried to backpedal.
Cocking his head to the side, Dom remained silent. Studying the waste of skin as he tried to negotiate his way out of death. âI have money, lots of money.â His stammering just further pissed him off.
âYou think I care about money?â he asked in a low, deadly voice. âYou were going to buy a child. An innocent child. You were excited about the prospect of her being untouched.â
Resignation finally registered in his eyes. He knew he was going to die. In this life only a few things were certain, and death was one of them. Lifting his Glock, he pointed it between the scum ballâs eyes telling him, âYou were going to try and take what was mine.â Pulling the trigger, Dom understood his grave mistake.
Scurrying sounds behind him drew his attention to his bossâs attempt to get up and run. âFucking pussy,â he mumbled to himself as he fired a shot into Bradshawâs calf. His screams rent the night air.
âDonât do this, Slade. I own you. You wonât get away with this!â
âAre you for fucking real? You think you scare me? You think I wasnât sent to do this very thing to you?â He was truly amazed that he thought he could scare Dom out of killing his sorry ass.
âThink about what this will do to my daughter.â
âYou just tried to fucking sell her!â he bellowed. So far beyond anger.
âI know; it was part of the deal. H...he wanted her. He was going to give me a better deal on the gunrunning. I needed the money!â Bradshaw was near tears now.
âMake no mistake, Bradshaw, she is mine. Has been since the day you raised your hand to her. Did you honestly think you could get away with this? That I wouldnât go to the ends of the earth to find her if you were successful?â His sheer stupidity amazed him.
âI knew you paid too much attention to her!â A sick sneer came across his face.
âDonât be stupid, you fuck. Unlike you, I give a shit about her.â Pulling out his phone, he texted a buddy of his telling him what he needed before he dragged Bradshawâs sorry ass back to the car.
âSheâs gone.â He grumbled as Dom knelt down to pick him up.
He froze mid-action. âWhat the fuck you mean sheâs gone?â
âI sent her away tonight. Why do you think I wanted you here? You were entirely too close to her. She needs to learn a hard lesson.â
âAnd what lesson is that?â