“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean this is serious shit,” Ray piped up as he followed Gerard and Dom through the pulsing crowds of the club.

“What the hell else can I do?” Dom shouted back at him over the music. “I’m sorry but I need to get the fuck out of here I’m starting to feel claustrophobic.”

Gerard froze in mid stride and Ray bumped into him.

“Already?”

“What?” Dom nudged a drunk brunette out of her way, a few drops of the chick’s drink splashing her arm but she ignored it.

“You want to go out there already? Are you sure?” He looked terrified, his eyes wide and full of emotion and his eyebrows high as he watched her.

“Yeah, I want to leave now.” She nodded and both men frowned at her. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Dom rolled her eyes and turned away from them, making her way toward the lesser-crowded area around the edge of the dance floor. She waited for Ray and Gerard to catch up and sighed. “Listen. I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick and then I need to leave. I’m not going to put this off anymore, okay?”

Gerard still looked pissed and terrified but he nodded, his jaw locked closed. Ray nodded behind him and she relaxed a little.

“Good. I’ll be right back.”

She pushed through the throng of people toward the main lobby and slipped into the bathroom. The music was a low thump through the walls and there were a few women fixing their hair in the mirrors. None of them looked up as she locked herself in a stall and leaned against the wall. She stared at the ceiling and took a few deep breaths. She barely got two in and out before a rush of emotion slammed through her sending her to her knees. Her eyes unwillingly filled with tears and she clasped her hands over her mouth to muffle the sobs. She trembled and could barely keep her crying stifled as she listened to the bathroom door open and close a few times. Breathing through her nose, Dom listened to the hum of the lights overhead and realized she was finally alone.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, letting out a few more sobs and wiping at her face. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.”

Grabbing the toilet paper in the stall she dragged a few pieces across her cheeks to at least get the tears off her face. She knew she was puffy and red-eyed so she wouldn’t even try to cover it up but at least her face was dry. Taking one more deep breath she unlocked the stall and stepped out into the empty bathroom. She moved to the sink and splashed her face a few times, grabbing some paper towel to dry it off. Glancing in the mirror she frowned at her smeared makeup and tried to fix her eyeliner to little avail.
Behind her another stall clicked open while she patted the last of the water from her face. She didn’t bother to look up until the person joined her at the sink. Her heart skipped a few beats when a hand slid around her waist and something cold and sharp slid under her chin.

“Fuck,” she managed to whisper before her mouth was clamped shut by the knife under her chin.

“Evening, Dominica,” his voice was rough and his accent thick as he pressed himself against her. She could feel every breath he took he was so close to her. Squeezing her eyes closed, Dom tried to breathe through her nose and steel her nerves. If she was going to get through this she needed to focus and not get scared.

“How’s it going, Petey?” She said through gritted teeth.

“Swimmingly now that I’ve found you,” he chuckled and Dom squirmed she tried to elbow him in the ribs to get loose but the knife dug harder into her throat. Inwardly cursing she fell limp and sighed.

“I guess you’ll be escorting me out, then?”

“You got it.” The Irishman pulled the knife away from her for a split second only to grab her arm and twist it so she couldn’t try anything. He unlocked the women’s room door and pulled it open. A line had formed outside the door and a few of the half-drunk women voiced their angry opinions as the two walked back out into the club. Gerard was the first to notice her but he paused when he saw Pete close behind her and her arm twisted behind her back.

“I forgot about those two,” Pete drawled and pulled out his phone. Before he could dial Dom whipped her head back, catching the phone before he could say anything. It fell from his hand and slid across the floor into the crowd.

“Oops,” Dom grinned, wincing when Pete twisted her arm further in punishment.

“Let’s go,” he shoved her toward the nearest exit and they made their way into the street. A black car was waiting for them and Pete shoved her into the back seat while he slid into the passenger side. The doors slammed and locked leaving Dom to nurse her arm as the car jerked forward into the late night traffic.

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“What the hell is she doing in there?” Ray muttered, glancing at the women’s bathroom again and sighing.

Gerard’s jaw clenched as he watched her disappear and shrugged, checking his phone. Letting out a sigh he was at least relieved that he’d already texted Darryl to turn on her GPS and nothing had happened since.

“Maybe she’s just trying to catch her breath?” he suggested when his phone vibrated in his hand. Checking his texts he tensed at the words on the screen. ‘She’s moving—D’.

“Ray,” Gerard mumbled but the guitarist was too busy trying to see into the bathroom every time a woman stumbled out. “Ray!” Gerard grabbed his shoulder and pulled him toward the exit where Jerry stood with his arm folded. He eyed the two smaller men before stepping aside with a quick nod. They took the steps three at a time, bursting out of the club into a side alley they led back out onto the New York City streets.

“I’ll call Darryl you keep and eye out,” Ray said, already lifting his phone to his ear. He spoke fast and a few minutes later two of the club’s guards rounded the corner with earpieces and loaded guns.

“Shit,” Gerard whispered. “This is a little too real for me.”

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Dom knew exactly where Pete was taking her. She had gotten dragged to the dirty hangout where Luke did business many a time. She stuck her tongue in her cheek as the car drove toward the outskirts of the city and poked at the molar GPS in her mouth. She prayed it was on and glanced at Pete who had his eyes on her.

“What’s the matter, Dommie? You scared?” he mocked.

“Should I be?” she asked defiantly and he smirked.

“This time? Yes, yes you should.”

“Oh, I’m shaking in my boots,” she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

Pete chuckled and shook his head, “You should be.”

“Mhmm.”

The car came to a stop and Pete checked his watch. He tapped the back of the driver’s seat and the doors unlocked. He grabbed Dom’s arm and shoved the door open, pushing her into the darkened apartment that had been her stomping grounds for ages when she was too doped up to function. The scattered memories hit her hard and she had to take a second to clear the sudden dizziness that struck her.

“Let’s go,” Pete said, pushing her toward the back master suite that Luke used as his office. The door was already open and she could smell the musty old smoke that always permeated the space mingled with the potent smell of weed. She could see Luke sitting at his desk chewing gum and typing something on his laptop. He looked up when the two entered and grinned, his gum poking out between his white teeth. She forced a sarcastic half smile and grunted when Pete shoved her down into the chair closest to the desk.

“Hello, my Dommie,” he leaned forward, his arms bulging as his weight shifted.

“Luke,” she bit out.

“You’ve been putting me through quite some trouble.” He ignored her tone and she sighed.

“I don’t know why, Luke. I’m not yours. Never was.”

She saw his temper flare and smiled. “You’re a fucking psycho and I don’t want you near me. I don’t want you trailing me, stalking me. I swear to God, Luke, if you don’t stop this someone’s going to end up dead and it’s not going to be me.”

He barked a laugh and pushed his chair out and stood. Dom tensed when he made his way around the desk but relaxed a little when he leaned against the edge. She quietly measured the distance between them, ready for anything.

“You’ll never get rid of me, Dommie. You’re mine; you’ve always been mine. Even when you were with that singer you were mine.”

Letting her own temper flare she growled and leaned forward. “I am not property! Not yours or Gerard’s, I am my own person. Stop treating me like I’m some used couch or something that you just lend out to other men.”

Luke clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You’re much more valuable to me than an old couch. I’m hurt.”

Dom rolled her eyes. “Of course you are.”

“Well now that I’ve got you back I think you should re-acquaint yourself with our bedroom. I’ve missed you an awful lot, Dommie. I think you should give me a little coming home gift.”

“You touch me again I’ll fucking rip your dick off,” she said fiercely as Pete grabbed her from behind. She struggled with him when he tried to pull her out of her seat and managed to get one of her arms free. She swung back, catching Pete in the face and his grip loosened. Swinging out again she knocked him away from her and rounded on Luke.

“I’m done with this shit!”

Whipping her hand back she swung at him but Luke was too big to even flinch. He caught her fist and wrapped his arm around her, fisting his hand in her hair and pulling her head back. Seething, she tried to rip herself away but he had too much hair.

“Let me go.”

“Not this time, babe,” he whispered and pressed his mouth to hers. She kept her mouth closed tight and he tried to pry her lips apart with his tongue.

When he pulled away Dom spit in his face and grinned. His grip loosened in her hair but he didn’t let her go like Pete had. She tried to wriggle out of his grip but her hair was too long and Luke kept a hard grip on her.

“Ah-ah, I don’t think so.”

“Luke, I’m done with this stupid game.”

“Well lucky for you, I’ll never be.”

She fought against him again but he was done with her. He passed her off to Pete and he led her back down the hall. Dom gave up struggling and prayed her little GPS was on. It was a miracle no one tried to pat her down yet but then again, Luke had always been lenient with her.

“You remember this room, don’t you?” Pete whispered, pushing the door open and shoving her in.

The room was just as she remembered, a large king size bed made with black satin sheets and tons of pillows. The window was covered with dark red curtains and the lighting was dimmed.

“Oh how romantic,” Dom mumbled when Pete pushed her onto the bed.

“Wait here, he’ll be in soon.”

Dom watched him go and waited for the door to close before making her way to the window. She shoved aside the curtains and yanked at it, cursing when it didn’t budge. She froze when the door opened again and spun around, steeling herself at the sight of Luke in the doorway.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“You can drop the act, Dommie. No one’s watching,” he chuckled and moved to the bed. He smoothed a spot beside him but Dom stayed by the window and eyed him carefully. She knew he kept weapons on him at all times and tried to gauge which ones he had strapped to him this time.

She knew Luke thought she was checking him out as her eyes moved from his broad shoulders down his chest. He flexed when her eyes hit his arms and down toward his belt. The tent in his pants made her stomach roll but she was careful not to show any emotion. She could see the bulge under his shirt where he tucked his gun and wondered if there was a knife strapped to his thigh. The only way to find that out would be to get his pants off so she locked away her emotions and went in for the kill.

She took the few steps across the room and sat down beside him, resting her hand behind him. Leaning close to his ear she breathed softly against his neck like she knew he liked.

“I guess I should, huh?” Luke grinned and nodded. He had goose bumps on his throat and arms so she made best with what she had and slid a leg across his lap. Avoiding his bulge she pushed the hem of his shirt up, feeling the rock hard abs beneath. She had to fight the cringe and looped her hands around his back, pulling the gun out of his pants. When he jumped she bit the bullet and pressed her lips to his while her fingers emptied the clip and shoved the bullets in her pocket. Luke wrapped an arm around her, hugging her to him and she stiffened, trailing her hand up his back.

“I missed you,” Luke breathed when their lips parted and he combed his hand through her hair.

“I know,” she nodded, letting her hands roam to his front. She popped the buckle on his belt and he laughed again, letting her push him onto his back.

She made quick work of his pants, shoving them down past his knees. There was a knife strapped to his thigh as she’d hoped so she crawled up to his waist and let him play with her pants. AS she ran her fingers over the Velcro holding the knife he stopped and ripped it free himself, tossing it on the side table and returning his attention to her pants.

“God damnit,” Dom mumbled and shoved Luke back down onto the bed. She’d have to play careful now that the weapons were out of reach. When he tried to shove her pants away she hopped off him with a sly smile and shook her head.

“Don’t get greedy, now,” she clicked her tongue and palmed the bulge between his legs. Luke let out a groan and his head fell back. He grabbed her hand and made her squeeze harder, his moans mounting in volume.

Dom didn’t look at what he was making her hand do, it made her sick just feeling the thickness pressing into her palm. She swallowed, trying to keep the emotions locked but all she wanted to do was vomit and take a really scalding shower. Luke’s moans brought her back to reality and she bit down hard on her lip when he pushed his boxers away, his erection springing away frm the fabric, the tip already dripping with precum. Trying not to gag she let him close her hand around it and moved her hand slowly. She kept her eyes on his face, waiting for his eyes to close. The second his head fell back with pleasure she leaned slightly, her hand scraping the table when Luke jerked, making her turn back to him.

Fighting another gag she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, leaning back toward the table. This time she wrapped her hand around the blade and pulled it to her, sucking in a breath when it cut into her palm.

“Dommie, baby,” Luke gasped and she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. She took a quick glance at Luke’s face and fought the urge to actually cut his dick off. Instead she tucked the knife into her pocket and waited for Luke to finish. She closed her eyes in disgust as he gasped and moaned through his orgasm and quickly pulled her hand away when he was done. He sat up and grabbed her arm, forcing her eyes open.

“Your turn,” he grinned but she didn’t budge. He grabbed both her arms and shoved her back onto the bed but Dom was prepared. As he leaned over her and bared his teeth she kneed him hard between the legs. He grunted and his eyes bugged out but instead of keeling over like she’d wanted he let his weight buckle o top of her. She gasped and tried to get out from his bulk but he kept her pinned.

“Get the fuck off me,” she gasped but Luke just laughed.

“Nice try, Dom, but you’re not going to get out of this that easily. Not when I have you pinned.”

“No! Fuck you!” she shrieked and wriggled again only for Luke to yank at her pants. Dom cursed a few more times and clawed at Luke’s arms but nothing helped. She was trapped. Silently praying Gerard was on the way with a fleet of cops she reached into her pocket and palmed the knife, stunned Luke hadn’t noticed the bulge in her pocket. She whipped it out and slashed at him, cutting a deep line across his chest.

“God damn it, woman!” he cursed and pulled away from her long enough for her to get her legs free. Dom rolled off the bed quickly and ran for the door, yanking it open and jetting down the hall.