Unbound (The Dominator #3) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Dominator Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
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“Dex?” I’d called out but he didn’t answer and then a waiter came in, bringing all sorts of dust and smoke with him. I couldn’t see him well as we had only our phone lights, but mine dropped to the floor the wrong way so wasn’t giving off much of a glow. He grabbed me and started pulling me toward the door and I knew instantly that the guy wasn’t here to help.

We began coughing as that dust filled our lungs and I screamed and tried to pull away so Tessa started fighting him off. I was trying to fight him off, too, but he was a big guy. Tess got her shoe off and hit him on the side of the head with it. He swore at her and then struggled and hit Tessa in the face with a gun before dragging me with him.

“Come or I fuckin’ shoot ya.” He pushed the gun barrel into my ribs, and my mind was filled with fear for my unborn baby while I wondered if Tommy got hurt. I couldn’t fathom anything worse than hurt; it was too frightening.

When the guy got me out of the bathroom into what was looking like a hellhole, phone lights shining from multiple places in the bar but I could barely see, he climbed over Dex’s prone body, pulling me along with him.

I’d cried out looking around, trying to see what was around us, which was a mess. Stuff dangling from the ceiling. Smoke. A horrible burnt smell. Something by the door to the far end of the place was on fire and I could see a few people moving around and hear people who were clearly hurt.

“Tommy!” I’d screamed out and the guy who had me covered my mouth, lifted me, and pulled me quickly into another room as I saw what I was pretty sure was Tommy’s shape, back behind a bunch of debris but making his way in my direction.

There was another boom and then we were behind the closed door of a supply closet. The guy had his hand over my mouth and the gun in my ribs again, pushing into my ribs to the point of pain. And then I heard my husband calling my name. Tommy was close.

I bit the guy’s fingers and that got me enough room briefly to scream for Tommy before the guy smacked me on the mouth and then put his hand over my mouth again.

And a few very scary moments after that, yet another gun to my head, before I saw my husband kill that guy. That guy who gave us info that might’ve saved us. But then Tommy killed him. Like he’d killed his father for pointing a gun to me.

This guy had hit Tess in the face with his gun and dragged and threatened me and my ribs did feel bruised. He’d smacked me in the mouth, too. He’d agreed to help us and gave us info and Tommy didn’t know the guy had struck me in the face but maybe Tommy had killed him for putting the gun to my head.

He’d promised me in the dark after nightmares that no one would do that again. He’d had so many dreams that I imagine had to do with Tom Sr. putting that gun to my head and the pointing it at me when Tommy shot him.

And all those people hurt, on the ground, crying or not moving was streaming like a movie through my mind. Tommy put us in a car and where on earth was he now?

I kept praying he wasn’t about to be blown to smithereens by that third explosion. I couldn’t even think about him being in there with that happening, I wanted to claw my way out of that car and run and save him.

Me, saving him? It was crazy-talk, but I was overcome with this urge to get to him, to drag him away from that building.

After a really long time, with no explosion sounds, thankfully, he and Nino were approaching us and I was bawling with relief, wanting to barf, wanting to shake some sense into him for leaving me sitting for what felt like hours.

The driver stepped out and Tommy spoke to him and then the driver, Tommy, and Nino all got into the car and as we pulled away, he turned towards me and I immediately crawled into his lap and threw my arms round his neck. He held me close. And his body was shaking.

I looked up at his face, thinking he was shaking with relief for a second but then I saw something very different from relief. It was absolute rage.

I wanted to back away; his face was that scary, but he had me by the back of the neck and he crushed his mouth to mine briefly, his whole body tight and vibrating, his eyes ablaze, an inferno of anger.



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