Dom (Alliance, #3)

by S.J. Tilly

“Make me happy, Angel.” I glance back up, finding his blue eyes locked on mine. “Let me feed you. Eat your treat.”

I think about Dominic’s Vegas idea. He might be onto something since my luck seems to be miraculously good today. First, crashing into a hot guy who is way too nice to me. Then, going up to the desk and being told they overbooked the flight and I’ve been bumped up to first class.

He probably did it

“Keep teasin’ me, see where it gets you.” Pretty please, let it be pinned to his bed.

“I need a taste of you, Angel. A taste of whatever you’ll give me.” My eyes immediately jump to the abstract drawing of a pair of boobs on the wall. Dom groans. “Fuck, Valentine, I’d kill for just a kiss. But I’ll taste those too if you let me.”

Someone is talking. But I can’t pry my eyes open. Not yet. Not with Dominic’s scent and warmth surrounding me. “Say I do, Valentine.” I smile, sliding my eyes open enough to look up at the man against my side. “Say I do, Big Guy.”

Oh shit xD

“What do you want?” King grits out the question, squaring off with Dominic, waiting for his answer. Me. Please say you want me. “To join The Alliance.” My knees weaken.

My heart. I actually liked you Dom

I thought someone finally cared. But Dom never cared about me. He did this for The Alliance. He married me for The Alliance.

Oh merlin

“I’m never going to hurt you.” I work to steady my tone. But Val replies with a broken laugh. “Oh, won’t you?” She’s aiming for sarcasm, but it just comes off sad. So damn sad.

I could tell her. I could tell her everything. Then she’d go to King and demand he free me. And then King and The Alliance and Dominic and the Chicago mafia would go to war. For what? For me? I’m not worth that.

“I’ve done bad things, Valentine.” I brush my lips over her pinkened cheek. “But I’ll always be good to you.”

“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear when I tattooed your name across my fucking throat. This”—I tap the letters—“is so everyone knows who I belong to.”

She looks at Rob, then back at me. “At least you got me someone hot to look at.” I think my mouth might drop open. Did she just call Rob hot? My traitor of a second coughs to cover his laugh. “Thank you, ma’am.” “Please.” Val walks toward Rob. “Call me Mistress.” This time Rob does laugh. “The fuck he will,”

Finding the appliance I need, I grab it off the shelf and storm out of the pantry. “Uh, Val…” Rob says cautiously. “I can’t let you kill him.” I huff as I shove the towel into the bread slot on the toaster. “I won’t plug it in.”

Lolololololol

The loss of Valentine’s affection was slowly killing me inside. I’d only had it for a short time, but its withdrawal was filling me with emptiness.

“That was payback for calling Rob hot.” She scoffs, but I shake my head. “Turns out I’m a jealous bastard.”

They’ve done too much already. Wanting to hide but unable to look away, my eyes rove around the room, seeing all the smiling faces as they sing to me. To me. How is this real? The final verse is sung, and then a man finishes with “and many more” in the deepest bass voice I’ve ever heard. I don’t know what to say.

This bookis so wholesome

She’s ripping my fucking heart out. Her eyes search mine, looking for something, and I wish I knew what it was so I could make sure to give it to her.

This poor fucking girl. Not being actively hated is her gauge for niceness.

“Only if you keep me.” I barely hear her. “I’ll keep you forever.”

“But now you know.” “Know what?” We’re both whispering now. “That I’m not valuable.” I’m not valuable. Her words hit me with such force I can’t breathe. I hate the people who made her feel this way.

“Who’s that?” Nero asks as he tries to slip his hand into my pocket to grab my brass knuckles. I knock his hand away. “Rob, my second. Now quit trying to grab my nuts.”

I love Nero

“What’s in your pockets?” Nero asks him. “Get your own fucking brass knuckles, man.” I shake my head. “They aren’t that hard to find.” Nero, god of the underworld, frowns in disappointment before he finally moves.

XDXDXDXD

“Thank me later. Now go kill the bastards who dare to fucking shoot at you. You are The Alliance, Val. Show them why.”

Their thick knitted face masks hide their facial features. But they’re women.

Hans army?