OWNED by Dominic (Possessed #1) Read Free Page B

the rest of the way to the car. When he opened the trunk, Bradshaw tried to put up a fight over going in, but Dom was pissed off, tired, and had some bodies to torch, so he wasn’t interested in his whiney mumblings. Balling his fist, he wound up and nailed him in the temple, knocking him out in one shot. Not bothering to catch the body as he fell to the ground, he gathered the gas can, torch, and small tool kit he kept for just these types of emergencies.
    Placing those on the ground, he bound Bradshaw’s hands and feet together, tossing him in the trunk. Slamming the lid shut, he picked up his items and went back to the bodies in the warehouse.
     
    *****
     
    Slamming doors and stomping feet woke Deidre from her fitful sleep. When her door smashed open lodging the handle in the wall, she jumped from bed screaming in terror. Trying to run for her bathroom, she felt a tug on her arm. Crashing to the ground with a thud, she looked up at the men surrounding her taking in every detail she could so when Dominic found her, they wouldn’t get away.
    “Wh...who are you?” she stuttered out.
    “Get up,” one of them demanded.
    The shadows were too dark for her to make out any features other than big. Shaking her head no, another one of the men took a menacing step towards her, snarling at her. “Get up now before I make you.” The threat was clear.
    “Me da won’t let you get away with this,” she said weakly.
    “Who do ya think sent us?”
    Shock worked its way through her. Her da sent these men? What were they going to do with her? Where was Dom? “I want Dominic,” she whined.
    Harsh laughter was her only answer.
     
    *****
     
    Pulling up to Bradshaw’s mansion, he shut the car off and went around to the trunk, popping the lid open while keeping his gun drawn waiting for Bradshaw to make a move. Nothing came but a sickening smile to his face when he saw where Dom had taken him.
    “Home sweet home,” he mumbled as Dom nudged him up the steps.
    Once inside, he pushed him onto the foyer stairs making sure he landed hard. “Deedee!” Dom called, needing to know she was okay.
    Laughter caught his attention. “She’s gone,” Bradshaw sang out.
    “What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?” Dom hadn’t actually believed him when he said he had already sent her away.
    “I mean, I sent her away the minute we left the house.”
    “Where?”
    “Why should I tell you? You’re just going to kill me.” His voice held triumph. Like he knew he was going to get out of this.
    “Tell me where she is and maybe I won’t.” The impatience was vibrating off of him, and his trigger finger was getting itchy.
    “You can have her…”
    “She’s already fucking mine.”
    “…If you let me live…” he trailed off.
    “Her life for yours?” A fucking waste of breath. He was still trying to trade his daughter.
    “When she’s 18.”
    “Excuse me? You know I could find her whether you’re alive or not.” Dom growled.
    “Maybe. Maybe not. But if my guys don’t hear from me in the morning, they have instructions to execute her,” he said as if it were no big deal killing not only a child but his motherfucking daughter.
    “Why do you hate her so much?” He’d never cared before, but he also never thought Bradshaw was as much of a lowlife as he did now.
    “She’s not mine. Her mother fucked around on me. I kept Deidre to torment the bitch. The fact that I was able to make her life miserable was a constant comfort to me and being able to sell her daughter would have been icing on the cake. But you fucked that up!” The first signs of anger finally entered Bradshaw’s eyes as he thought of the monetary loss Dom had caused him.
    Dom was sickened by what the man had done to her and her mother. He was even more sickened by what he was about to do. “I need to know she’s safe first.”
     

Two
     
    Deidre ~ 18 th birthday
     
    As soon as the clock struck midnight, Deidre was gone. Creeping out the old windows of