Dirty Dom: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance)

by Willow Winters

  “On your girl?” The sadness in his voice is mixed with disbelief. Then his anger comes through. “We’ll find them Dom.”

  “I know who.” The callous words leave my lips with out permission. I grind my teeth waiting for him to ask.

  “Who? We’ll collect now.” There’s a moment of silence. “Is-” Silence follows for a moment. “Is she alright Dom?”

  “Yeah. I was there.”

  “She’s good?” The hope in his voice relaxes every doubt I had.

  “Yeah, I got her.”

  “Thank fuck. Dom, you are one lucky son of a bitch. You know that?” I can hear the relief in his voice, but still there’s pain.

  “You all at the bistro now?” I ask.

  “We’re here Dom. We’ll get em.”

  “It was Jack.” My father’s silent. It fucking kills me to say it. We grew up with him. He was always there. The last few years, not so much. But growing up, he was like a second father. Tears prick at my eyes. I feel so fucking betrayed.

  “Are you sure?” Pop’s voice is deadly and low.

  “That’s what the fucker said. It was him.” I straighten in my seat and brush it off as best I can. It’s not the first time someone in the family did some stupid shit. But it’s the first time it’s been directed at me.

  “Jack’s here. I’ll question him and take care of it.” I shake my head. That’s not good enough.

  “I wanna see him. I wanna look him in the eyes and know why.”

  “You know why Dom; she knows a lot of shit.” Before I can respond, he adds. “Doesn’t make it right in the least. He had his orders. He’ll pay the price. I can’t guarantee I’m gonna wait for you Dom.”

  “I gotta get her home first.” I can’t bring her there.

  “I know. You go take care of her.”

  “I wanna be there.” I say one more time. I feel like he’s not going to listen. Like he’s gonna take him out himself.

  “I understand. But I can’t give you that right now Dom. Just get her home and safe and then call me. If I can, I’ll come over.”

  I nod, “alright,” and hang up and try to relax somewhat. But I can’t. I can’t relax. A kill is a kill. It fucking sucks and I’ve seen it over and over again. This one is different. This one’s personal. That fucker was going to kill my girl. And Jack paid for it.

  A long moment passes with silence. Jack’s a dead man. And my Becca’s safe. That’s what matters.

  “Babe we’re going to get through this.” I reach across the console and grab her hand. I rub soothing circles on her soft skin. She keeps looking between me and out the window. I can tell she’s scared, but other than that I have no idea what’s going on in her head.

  “The piece of shit that called the hit had no right.” I try to keep her gaze, but she doesn’t hold it. “Babe, you’re safe. No one’s ever going to hurt you again.”

  “You said that before.” She barely speaks her words and it shreds me. Cause it’s true.

  I wanted to go there and win her heart back with the promise of safety. And look what fucking happened. “It’s over. I promise, everything will be fine, doll.” Raising her small hand to my lips, I plant a small kiss on her tender wrist.

  Her beautiful hazel eyes find mine, but all I can see in them is disbelief.

  Becca

  “Where is he?” Dom’s furious. His corded muscles flex and his voice ricochets in the foyer. “You brought him here?” he asks incredulously as he slams the door. My body jumps from the loud bang. I don’t even know how I got here. I feel like I just woke up from a dark clouded haze.

  “Calm down, I wouldn’t bring him to your home.” His father’s voice is calm, but it doesn’t match his appearance.

  I’m frozen at the door. I’ve only known this man for a week and already two people have tried to kill me. One to get back at him and one to protect him. My limbs feel limp and weak. The reality weighs heavy on me.

  I wanted him. I was willing to try, to give it a chance like he asked.

  “I just wanted to tell your Becca, that she has nothing to worry about, regardless of whatever happens between you two.” Although Dante’s talking to Dom, his eyes are on me. He’s obviously concerned and I suppose that’s nice of him, but it just makes me feel uncomfortable.

  I take in a staggered inhale and try to walk to them in the center of the foyer, but I can’t. My feet are planted firmly in place. I’m stuck. Everything’s so fucked.

  His father takes heavy steps towards me, eating up the space between us. He’s dressed in a suit with no tie. He looks distinguished, like a CEO. Nothing like the mob boss he is. “Everything’s alright now. I promise you, no harm will come your way.”

  “Is he dead?” The question falls out of my mouth. I want to know. I need to know. I feel like there’s a target on my back.

  His eyes dart to Dom and Dom gives a quick nod. “He will be.”

  “I’m gonna make him pay doll.” Dom’s voice is hard and determined.

  Make him pay. The images flash before me. The bullet hole, his bloodied face. I look away and cross my arms.

  I change my mind.

  I don’t want to hear. I get it now. I understand why they keep their women out of it. I want out of it. I can’t handle this shit. My mind keeps replaying the vision of the man’s head smashing against the ground and falling limp with a bullet hole in the back of his skull. My body heats and I feel faint. I swallow thickly and put my hand on my forehead.

  I’m not okay. Ice pricks my skin and my vision goes fuzzy.

  “She’s going into shock.”

  I shake my head. “I’m fine.” Dom mumbles something under his breath, but I don’t hear it.

  He lifts me in his arms and carries me away. I don’t even try to protest. “Just relax babe; I got you.”

  I feel so fucking groggy. I rub my eyes and sit up in Dom’s bed. Fuck, my head is killing me. I rub my temples as the pain radiates.

  I rub my eyes, and take a look around and then I remember. My fists grip the sheets and I sit up straighter with wide eyes. Dom. I need Dom.

  “Relax, doll. I’m here.” Dom walks into the room with a glass of water in one hand. “How are you feeling?”

  “I don’t know.” I feel like shit. Everything feels like shit. I take the glass of water and take a sip and then another. I greedily drain it feeling a million times better.

  He sits on the edge of the bed with his body turned toward me as I tap my nail against the glass.

  “I can’t do this Dom. I can’t run and hide. I can’t put Jax through this shit.” It physically hurts to say the words, but it’s true. I need to end this.

  “Tough, you need me now.” His hard gaze dares me to disagree.

  “That’s not fair.” My voice breaks.

  “Life’s not fair babe.”

  “You got me into this shit and now I can’t leave.” I shake my head and cover my face with my hands.

  “That shit is over and done with.” He grips my wrists and wraps my arms around his neck and pulls me into his lap. “That’s not why you need me. You fucking love me, doll. You need me to love you too.”

  I can’t deny it; I love him. “But I can’t.”

  “I’m not letting you go.” Hearing his conviction eases my pain. He’s making this decision. “No one’s gonna fuck you the way I do.”

  A sad smile plays at my lips and I huff a laugh as I wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt.

  “Can we leave? Please.?” If he could take us away, I’d leave right now.

  “You can’t stop being family doll.” Fresh tears prick and my face heats. I should no better.

  “I can’t have Jax around this.” I can’t. I won’t. That’s not going to change.

  “He won’t be.” Dom’s answer is quick. “I’m selling the business and getting a real job. I’m backing away from all of this shit.” His fingers grip my chin and he forces me to look him in the eyes, “You want me to stop working for my dad, I’ll do it. If an
yone can leave the familia, I can.”

  I shake my head. I know that’s not how it works. “I have to go.” I need to leave him. Before he leaves his family, before he risks his life.

  “I’m not letting you leave. I told you; you’re mine.” I love how determined his words are. But it’s not enough.

  “I can’t.” My heart clenches and hollows with pain.

  “You can. And you will. We’ll do this together. And after today, I can’t let you go. I refuse to let you leave me, doll.”

  My head shakes uncontrollably. “I just can’t have Jax raised like this.” My chest heaves for air as a heat washes through my body. “I don’t want this for him.” Hot tears leak down my face.

  “I know, doll.” His thumb brushes a stray tear away as he looks at me with a sad smile.

  “You know when I knew my family was a mob family?” He asks. “I found out when I was ten.” A humorless laugh leaves him. “The journalists from the papers waited for me outside of school.” A sad smile pulls at his lips. “I thought my Pops ran a restaurant, that he was an entrepreneur.”

  His smile vanishes and his hand leaves me. “The reporters told me he was a crook, a murderer.” He says the words with distaste, practically spitting them. His eyes fall and he swallows thickly. “I had no idea until then.” He shifts and looks uncomfortably at the door, “Ma cried her eyes out. She couldn’t even talk to me. Pops had to take me aside and tell me he had a business and when I wanted to know about it, he’d tell me.” He forces a tight smile. “I never asked.” He shakes his head. “Kids were always a little afraid of me at school, other than that I think most things were normal. As far as I know.”

  He takes a deep breath, “the only time I thought my father was disappointed in me was when I told him I wanted to go to college for statistics. He never said it, but there was a look on his face. I asked him about it later, he said he was so ashamed of himself in that moment. That he’d planned something else for me, and that it never occurred to him that I deserved better.”

  “Got into Stanford, got my degree and a respectable job, and I fucking hated it. I can’t lie, doll, I don’t fucking like working.” His tone makes a small laugh leave my lips. “So I came home and Pops told me no. He told me I was more than a gangster. He told me I’d be better than him.” A wicked grin grows across his face. “He was pissed when I told him I was a bookie. Didn’t tell him for nearly a year. But I was having some problems and needed his help. That’s when he let me in and gave me the books.”

  “What I’m saying is,” he takes my hand in his and kisses the back of it. “I’m not the boss, doll. Our kids aren’t gonna know until we tell them. “And they don’t have to be a part of this.” His eyes plead with me to believe him. “They don’t. I promise you.” he kisses the back of my hand again and his sad eyes return to mine, “but if you want to leave, we’ll go. My Ma and the rest of the family will understand. You’ve already been through too much.” He shakes his head with his eyes on the floor. We don’t let our -” I crush my lips against his, they’re hard at first, caught by surprise, but he molds them to mine and then parts my lips with his tongue. I push my chest against his, needing to feel him. Needing his love more than my next breath.

  I break our kiss and gasp for air. “I love you Dom.” Tears fall from the corner of my eyes. “I’m scared, but I fucking love you.” I shake my head as he gently grabs my face with his hands.

  His forehead rests against mine as his lips barely come down to my lips. “Tell me you’ll stay with me. I promise I’ll love you till the day I die.”

  “Yes, Dom. I love you. I just want to love you.” His arms wrap around my body, pressing my breasts against his hard chest.

  “I love you, doll. I love you and your son, so fucking much.” My heart swells and pounds against my chest.

  I know he does.

  Epilogue

  Epilogue: Becca

  Three Years Later

  My house smells like heaven. I dip the wooden spoon into the sauce and blow lightly. I don’t want to burn my tongue again like I did last time. I’m so damn impatient. I hesitantly taste it. Something’s off. My lips purse and my tongue clucks against the roof of my mouth.

  “Your mother is a liar.” I narrow my eyes at Dom who smirks at me. “This is definitely not right.” He walks over to me, looking hot as hell. Bare feet, jeans and no tee shirt. His muscles ripple as he strides towards me. I don’t even bother trying to hide the fact that my eyes are glued to his body. Why should I give a fuck? If I wanna stare down my husband, I’m going to do exactly that.

  His large hand wraps around mine and he takes a lick of the sauce seductively. Watching his tongue take a languid lick makes my pussy clench. I bite my bottom lip to keep in the moan as his hand travels to my hip. He gives me a cocky grin. That bastard. He knows what he’s doing. We had a quickie this morning… and this afternoon.

  “It’s perfect doll, your taste buds are just all fucked up with your hormones.” He rubs my swollen belly and leans in to kiss me. I part my lips and moan into his mouth, greedily accepting his kiss. He pulls back and I’m slow to open my eyes, I’m just so tired. Not tired for sex though. My libido is ridiculous.

  “Gross!” I smile and look over to the doorway of the kitchen, seeing Jax sticking his tongue out.

  “Oh, yeah? I’ll remind you that kissing is gross when you get older. Only six years old, guess kissing is pretty gross to you, huh?” Dom walks back to the island, leaving me with a view of his perfect ass. He puts his hand out and Jax gives him his homework, just like he does every day.

  “That’s my boy. Math is on point.” Dom shuffles through the sheets before turning to look at Jax. “Where’s English?”

  “We had a substitute today,” Jax answers with his chin resting on the counter. “Did it all during free period.” I smile and turn back to stir the sauce and take another taste. I’m gonna tell her I lost it and see if she gives me the same recipe. I smirk at my thought as Jax gathers his homework.

  I dump the sauce over the meatballs and put them in the oven. I’ll fry them at the end. Just like she does. They’re the restaurants best dish now that we fry them. I don’t do much now that we have the managers, but I want our sauce to be the best. And I have the final say when it comes to the details.

  I brace my hands on the small of my back and stretch. This little one better drop soon. It’s getting hard to breathe.

  “Alright, you hanging out with Mickey tonight?”

  “Yup!” Jax answers shoving the papers into his back pack.

  “Just remember-” I start, but Jax cuts him off.

  “I know Mom! I’ll call when I get there.”

  “Hey there, watch it.” Dom scolds Jax even though he has a smile on his face. “You be respectful to your mother.”

  Jax sighs, “Sorry Mom, sorry Dad. I just must be going through something.” I have to turn and face the stove before I crack up laughing.

  “Yeah, okay. Get outta here.” Dom sends him away with a smile and I finally turn around and lean against Dom.

  His hands instantly go to my swollen belly, rubbing soothing circles. “How you feeling, doll?”

  “Like I want this baby out.” I do. I’m so done with being pregnant.

  “Two more days.” He kisses my belly. “Then finals will be done; I won’t have classes.” I smile and let out an easy sigh.

  “I know Professor Valetti.” I lean down and give him a slow kiss on his lips. “This little one is already a Daddy’s girl. She’s listening to you not me.”

  The baby monitor goes off on the counter, Ethan’s up. I check the clock and yup, it’s been two hours. “That was a good nap.” I yawn and pick up and see our two-year-old rolling around and playing in his crib.

  He laughs a low, deep chuckle against my lips. “Thank you, doll.”

  I pull back with a questioning look. “What’d you do that you’re thanking me?”

  He laughs and shakes his head. “Thank you for loving
me.”

  My heart melts and I mold my lips to his. He’s so fucking sweet. “Always.” I rub my hand along his stubble and give him a chaste kiss. “Love you.”

  “I love you too, doll.”

  Thank you

  Thank you for reading my debut novel, Dirty Dom.

  xx,

  Willow

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