Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Dom shakes his head. “You’re not seeing Dr. Stellus because you’re pregnant, Gabby. In fact, the bloodwork you had just four days ago shows that you aren’t pregnant. You’ve been seeing a doctor here because you told her you and your husband are having trouble getting pregnant. She’s been giving you tests for infertility and tracking your ovulation. You’re here today because you want to start fertility medication.”
“Oh my God,” I whisper, and Nicole hums in the background in agreement.
“I just have one question. How were you planning on me getting you pregnant? I mean, do you think I wouldn’t notice that the timelines of when you were supposed to be pregnant were off?”
“Dom,” Gabby cries softly, and I see it on her face. She’s finally given up hope. She knows he has learned the truth, and she can’t play him anymore. The girl looks shattered, but I can’t drum up sympathy for her. She may love Dom in her own way, but it’s toxic and selfish. That’s not genuine love. If anything, it is an obsession.
“If I know you, you thought you could convince me to give us another shot because of the baby. You’d be wrong, by the way. Still, that would be your play, right? You’d pretend to be carrying my child and work hard to get me in your bed, your body so pumped up on fertility meds that it’d be only a matter of time. Jesus, I knew you had changed the last few years, but I would have never figured you would be so disgusting. What the hell happened to you, Gabby?” he asks, and he just sounds sad. I reach out and put my hand on his back, hurting for him. He may not love her now, but he did at one time, and she’s tried really hard to destroy his life—all in the name of keeping him tied to her.
“You have this all wrong, Dom,” she pleads, sounding broken.
“In case you’re wondering, I wouldn’t ever touch you again—not for all the gold in Fort Knox. Hell, I’m almost positive we didn’t that night in the hotel, did we, Gabby?”
“Dom—”
“I already had my cell records checked and those of the club and the motel. I didn’t call you that night—which, at the very least, says you stalked me.”
“Baby—” She reaches out to him, but he just shakes his head.
“For once in your life be honest with me, Gabby. Did we even sleep together that night?”
Her head drops, and she shakes her head. “No,” she breathes, the word sounding painful. “I’d been following you. I waited outside the club. I watched you go to the motel and gave it a few minutes. I was hoping to seduce you, but when I got there, you had already passed out. I love you, Dom. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be proud enough to shout to the world that you loved me. You never would. You kept insisting we couldn’t hurt T. I know I was wrong, but you always spent so much time with the club. You barely had time for me. I knew your feelings for me were changing. T gave me the attention I craved from you. So, I pretended to be letting him down easy. I needed the attention he gave me. He was sweet. He made me feel needed again, but I always loved you. It was always you. I couldn’t lose you. You walked away and were going from club whore to club whore. I couldn’t let it keep going. What we have is special. You loved me once, and I thought if I could make you think we had sex, you’d give me a second chance when you woke up.”
“God, I’ve been such an idiot,” he says, and the disgust in his voice hurts me because I know it’s self-directed. Gabby does not know the scars she’s left behind with all her games.
“I love you Dom. It has always been you for me. Everything I’ve done is so you would love me enough.”
“I want nothing to do with you,” he says, shaking his head.
She reaches out and grabs his hand. “We made promises to one another. We made vows. We can’t turn our backs on that.”
Before Dom can respond, a loud screeching noise echoes around us. I look to see a mid-size white van—the kind with no windows—pulls up to the curb at a high rate of speed. The tires are squealing so loud that you can smell the burned rubber around us. The doors to the back open and two men jump out, carrying assault rifles. Gunfire rips through the air and mingles with screams. I stand in shock, not quite believing what I’m seeing.
Dom grabs me, shielding my body with his. “Gorgeous! Get behind the bench,” he orders, pulling out his own gun. I scramble to do exactly that, not wasting time by asking questions. Dom reaches for Nicole, getting her sweater in his grasp, trying to use that to yank her down behind the bench. Nicole has Gabby’s hand and is trying to pull her too. Unfortunately, one man has a firm grip on Gabby and drags her to the van. Gabby is kicking and screaming. Dom is trying to aim the gun to shoot him, but the man is using Gabby as a shield.