Dominic's automobile was speeding down the silent Polish roadways as city lights long and dark were moving through the car windows. At the velocity at which he traveled, the automobile engine's noise was quiet, even unusually smooth. Still, the room's dense atmosphere made it seem her chest was compressed with each breath. Alessia sat straight up, fists closed over her lap. With her breath, the chilly chair beneath her hands and the stinging scent of his scent breathed with spotless leather, she tried to stop. The stench quickly flung her back to a point she had worked so hard to erase.
Everybody in the car and the man beside her was under control. It was to him like a cloak, a clear indicator of who he was and what power he held. Alessia, like the ancient ropes, was tied next to him. She couldn't decide which of the more shaking things the man beside her or the alley was.
dominic moretti She had once adored him. Once, she relied on him. She then ran from him. She had learned long years he tried to find her. Why did he finally find her this night, when she was so exhausted, scared, and able only to keep herself under control?
The automobile was on a small road. The residences fell to expose a tall and gloomy area, rough and bleak. Domic slid into the shadows and turned on the bright lights before cutting them off as he turned off the engine. His movements assured and graceful as he cut off the car also. He spoke two frigid words:
Get Out.
He spoke in such a way that she found it impossible to say no.
Little black eyes were peering high, guards were at entrances, and every inch of this area seemed to have some out and some in. It was secure, just Dominic liked: strong fixed, thin, stone-hard. First he was, and Alessia chased him; the surge in her ears was strong; he hadn't even looked back over his shoulder.
With some lights hung on the walls, they walked dark hallways they used as a guide. On solid surfaces, she only noticed their light footstep. Donic guided her via the back of the hand, which wasn't severe but rather strong enough to advise her she needed to follow what he desired. She paused, sensing his proximity, his heat behind her, and the extent of his apparent occupancy. She knew better, even if a small portion of her wanted to flee. Once more, running brought on everything.
She was led to a drab, little but brilliant and clean room with a few luxury items in them to remind her that she was not imprisoned but also not exactly free. Domic stood and glared at her with a stern expression that showed nothing, stiff with terror, and made her freeze.
One thing you have to know, he eventually informed him: somebody gave those men the tip about you. They were looking for you; they were not random.
She had not anticipated their hitting this difficult. Alessia felt the earth tremors. She had been hiding, changing her name to prevent any association with her former life. She thought she hadn't left any impression, yet somehow she remained hazardous.
Her hands were trembling gently. She started to say, but Dominic held his hand to stop her.
"You did not what?" His tone was dull, yet his words were fire. You haven't revealed everything to me. You are indebted. Years you disappeared. You are weary, terrified; once more somebody is pursuing you. And you are speaking the whole truth, right?
One after another, his lines were blunt and hefty. Alessia gulped difficultly. She wanted to tell him something about how she had been by herself and had no obligations to him. She still could not utter Avery's name, though. Not as long as she still had no idea how secure they were or how extensive this threat was.
I said, at least, as much, she responded. I have been caring for myself, but nobody here understands who I am. I proceeded with caution.
"Careful?" Dominic crept close and bridged the gulf between them. "Alessia, stop lying to me."
His presence filled the little room. He was taller and tougher, and he was so unlike the man she once knew. He never yelled, yet her heart started beating at the violence in his eyes.
He stated you had been away years. Now you run after someone, now you lock away some things behind my back, drowning yourself in debt. You have me answers."
Her throat clenched. Her stomach had knotted itself with fear and guilt. What was she meant to say everything without divulging the one thing she had pledged to defend? About Avery, the daughter he had never known of, what could she say and put herself at peril?
She whispered, "I can't not everything."
He stared at her long and laboriously. Though the face did not reveal anything, she could not have known whether he was furious, dissatisfied, or both.
Dominic finally said something once more. You figure you can get away by stashing things away? You think running will save you?
He has paused and allowed his words to sink into her flesh, chilled ice Alessia sensed.
She knew he was correct, but the truth burned. Only for a little while had running defended her. But she always found danger again. Furthermore, should the men in the alley be any indication, circumstances were turning worse.
She couldn't outrun it anymore, not with Avery's life tied to hers.
Dominic turned violently, clearly determined. "Get ready," he said, "We depart tonight."
There was no opportunity for questions in his voice. Alessia nodded slowly, her terror turning in her tummy. She had been abducted, yes, but not saved. Then, as the weight of that reality fell in her chest, she came to know something bitter and terrible: her life had just been drawn ba
ck into Dominic's realm. Everything had changed now.