Dirty Dom: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) by Willow Winters Page A

Her head has her just barely balanced on the edge of a sink that’s over flowing. Her hair is soaked.
    They left her to drown. They tied her up and put her head in a sink and filled it. As I take in the sight of her, she slips and her head falls back into the water. I run to her as her body thrashes and she tries to swing herself to the edge again. I pull her head out as soon as I get to her. Guns fire around me. I don’t even know where mine is. I don’t look up. A bullet whizzes by my head. Men shoot. My family and others. Foot steps ring out on the steel stairs at the back of the room. More gun shots. But all I can really hear is my doll breathing. Gasping for air.
    My fighter. My survivor. I rip the soaked blind fold off her eyes and turn off the faucet.
    “It’s alright. I got you.”
    “Dom!” She screams out and sputters up water.
    “It’s me, doll I got you.” She shudders in my arms as I lift her weight up and try to cradle her body as best I can. My entire body is trembling. Loud, heavy footsteps race towards me. The screaming has stopped. The guns aren’t firing anymore.
    “They got away Boss.” I barely hear Johnny yell. I don’t care.
    “Jax?” Becca’s head falls back heavy against my arm. She shaking from the freezing water. Her skin is ice cold and pale. Her teeth chatter and eyes don’t focus on me.
    “He’s safe, doll. You’re both safe I got you.”
    At my words, her body goes limp. Her eyes close. Fuck no. I jostle her in my arms, but she’s still.
    “Help her!” I hold her closer to me and shake her body to try to wake her as I scream. “Somebody help me get her down!”

Dom
    “ Y ou sure Dom ?” Jack’s voice echoes in my head and I scowl.
    I want to smash his fucking teeth in. I get that his woman, his wife, was ready to rat on him. I fucking understand. But this isn’t his woman. Becca isn’t a rat. I got her into that shit. She’s not at fault in any way.
    And what he’s implying is unforgivable.
    “If anyone,” my voice is low and deadly as I turn to face him and stare straight into his eyes with my hard gaze. I want what I say to be heard and understood. “Anyone touches her or implies that any harm should come to her or her son, I will slit your fucking throat open.”
    “Just calm down Dom.” I look at my father like he’s the one who said it. Because he’s keeping me from destroying Jack. My fists are clenched so tight my knuckles are white. How could he fucking imply that we should kill her?
    “She’s just seen a lot is all.” He leans back against the bookshelves in the office and I turn my head slowly to stare him down. Vince, Pops, Jack and I are in the office. Pop’s office. It’s a dark room with thick curtains and dark chestnut bookshelves lining the wall. They’re filled to the brim. Pop’s loves to read, but he also likes to hide shit. I know some of the books are for his secrets. I just don’t know which books, or which secrets.
    Vince paces by the door with his hands in his pockets, his head bowed, staring at the antique rug as he walks. He doesn’t look up to respond to Jack, “she hasn’t even come to. We don’t know what she’s seen.”
    “She was conscious when we were shooting. It doesn’t matter that we saved her. She could blab. She could sell us out.”
    My father’s hands come down on my chest and then shoulders, shoving me into the seat in front of his desk. My breath is caught in my throat and adrenaline courses through my blood.
    “That’s enough Jack!” He yells at Jack but his eyes are on me. I can feel them boring into me, but I’m not looking back at him. My eyes are shooting daggers at Jack. I fucking told him to shut his mouth. I don’t give a shit that he’s the under boss. Pops knows it. Jack’s days are numbered. I won’t allow it. I won’t allow anyone to keep breathing if they so much as think of touching my girl.
    I shove my Pops away and sit back in my seat, crossing my arms. I can’t turn my face