I had enough of this. My arms might've been pinned, but my head wasn’t. I reared back before surging forward and smashing my forehead against Vincent’s pretty face. He let out a curse and released me as blood gushed from his nose, splattering my face and the white t-shirt I was in. Figured the assholes had gotten me naked after I’d been knocked out. Being clocked in the back of my head instead of shot was the only explanation I had for why I was still alive and being held captive, not to mention the searing ache in the back of my skull.
I brought my knee up and nailed him in the groin. He let out a cry as he toppled away from me, falling to his side. I wasted no time getting to my feet and rushing from the adjoining bathroom to the bedroom door. Not bothering to look around, I raced down the hall, my bare feet slapping against the polished wooden floors. Clad in nothing but a long, white t-shirt and panties, I took the stairs two at a time. I’d run naked if I had to. I shoved through the front door only to crash straight into Dominic coming in from outside.
The force of the impact sent me tumbling to my ass with a cry. My elbow smacked off the floor, sending a shockwave through my arm.
Dominic’s heavy boots thudded as he approached. He stopped and stood over me.
“Going somewhere?” He raised his dark brows at me, his green eyes glinting.
“I want to leave,” I said in a shaky voice.
“You will, but not until we’re finished.” He kneeled beside me and offered me his hand.
I stared at it for a moment, knowing my chances of survival greatly depended on appeasing him, so I placed my palm in his and let him help me to my feet.
“Would it be presumptuous of me to assume Vincent is wounded somewhere in the house?” His gaze skirted over my face and shirt dotted with Vincent’s blood.
“You wouldn’t be presumptuous,” I said, lifting my chin to glare at him while tugging my hand free.
A small smile cut his lips up, his eyes sparkling. It was a disarming look. He looked… happy.
“You killed Fallon,” I accused.
“Did I? I don’t recall it being me who pulled the trigger.”
“Don’t split hairs, Dominic. I want to leave. I’m not staying in a place with the men who killed my—”
Dominic’s hand shot out, and he squeezed my face. “Don’t finish that sentence, wasp.” He’d gone from seemingly happy to downright terrifying within the span of a heartbeat.
I swallowed and glared up at him. “I want to go.”
“And I said you will, but first we have something we need to do.”
“What’s that?” I demanded sourly as he loosened his hold on my face.
Tenderly, he ran his knuckles along my jaw, a tiny smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’ll see.”
And with those cryptic words, he took me by the arm and hauled me back to the room I’d just escaped from and placed me on the bed. His eyes lingered on me as he backed out.
“I won’t restrain you this time. I’ll be back. Don’t try to run. There’s no way out. You’re wasting energy you’re going to need later. I promise you that.”
He closed the door behind him, leaving me alone to wallow in the pain my heart was in. The click of the lock blended with my sobs.