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Author’s Note: It seems that a few people were confused by note on the first chapter. I am aware that Dominic told Letty he loved her, I am just saying that for my story, that never happened, despite the fact that it did. I hope that clears up any misunderstandings.



Part Five.

Dominic didn’t know what was wrong with him. He’d been up all night. He couldn’t relax because he was afraid he’d get used to having Nicollette next to him. He couldn’t get out of the bed, because every time he went to move, she would start whimpering, as if she was going to cry again. Dom hated it when girls cried. Anyone who didn’t know him very well would describe him as a badass, mean, rude, or something along those lines. People who knew him, knew he could be all those things, but for the most part he was nice and polite.

Dom was used to the way people viewed him. Before street racing, girls would crowd around him like he was a god. They were scared of him though. So were their boyfriends. They seldom tried to get their girls back to their car, but let them hang around Dom’s. Letty hated that. She always had. Never said it, but she definitely hated it. You could tell by looking at her, or the way she acted.

But Letty had changed. Dom had changed. Dom didn’t street race anymore. Letty didn’t live down the street anymore. Their lives were thrown in different directions forever. But Dom wasn’t ready for love. Not real love. Although, suddenly the thought of spending the rest of his life with this girl he barely knew, didn’t look so bad.

Dominic finally had to get up to use the restroom. He eased himself away from Nicollette and crept to the bathroom. After relieving himself, Dom exited the bathroom to find Nicollette still asleep. He went to the door. Locked. Douglass had locked him. Dominic took out his cell phone and called his house.

“Hello?” Brian said answering the phone.

“Brian, it’s me.”

“How is she?”

“She’s fine. I thought you said she was your ‘baby’ sister.”

“She is. She’s seven years younger than me.”

“You talked like she was ten.”

“She was. Ten years ago.”

“Funny. Look, I’m going to be here awhile. Have Vince or Leon drop some clothes off for me. Don’t let Mia come.”

“Okay. Sure. Nicki with you?”

“She’s asleep.”

“You didn’t. . .”

“I didn’t sleep with her, if that’s what you’re wondering. I was awake all night after she cried herself to sleep.”

“Oh. So she’s okay?” he asked again.

“Yeah, she’s fine. Look, clothes. Have them put a gun in. Just in case.”

“You sure bro?”

“I’m sure. Look I gotta go.”

“Okay. Take care of yourself. And Nicki.”

“Yeah. You take care of Mia.” Dom put away his phone and walked out onto the balcony. It overlooked a pool and a garden.

“You swim?” Nicollette’s voice startled him.

“On occasion. You?”

“Everyday. Someone take me down to swim. Watches me. It’s like special treatment. They know Brian’s a cop. They know I can get his brother out of jail.”

“You know about that?”

“Yeah. I also know that they think you’re in cahoots with them.”

“Really?”

“Let’s just say I have very good hearing, and I have intuition.”

“Well, now you know.”

“I also know that you’re doing this because Brian threatened you. He told me enough to know that you’d do anything not to go back to prison.”

“Didn’t tell you much, just my life story, right?”

“Something like that,” Nicollette replied with a smile.



Breakfast was served and then they were asked to join Ramon downstairs.

“Dominic. Nicollette,” Ramon said. “My two favorite hostages. Your friend, Leon dropped this off. Said it was clothes. It passed through the metal detector at the door, so I won’t search it. Your brother sent this,” he handed Nicollette an envelope. Sven will be up to take you swimming in twenty minutes,” he said dismissing them. They were escorted back to their room.

Nicollette opened the envelope and took out a piece of paper and a photo.



Nicki,

I know you’re all right because Dom is there with you. He’s a good man, Nicki. We have a plan to get you out. If you’re not out in two days, the precinct is raiding the place. Dom will protect you. Love you little sister.

Brian.



Nicollette handed the letter to Dom who read it.

“Two days and the cops will be raiding this place. Hmm.”

“You ready to swim?” a voice called.

“Just a moment!” Nicollette called, she pulled off her t-shirt, revealing the top half of the one-piece bathing suit she wore underneath. Dom went through his suitcase and found a pair of swimming trunks with a note attached.

Dom,

Letty said she was allowed to swim when she was kidnapped, so now you can.

Mia.



After changing, Dom followed Nicollette and Sven down to the pool. Nicollette went to the stairs and walked into the pool, while Dom just dove him.

“Surveillance is going to watch you today,” Sven replied, pointing to the cameras. He looked pointedly at Dom, as if to say they weren’t on. After saying that, he walked back into the mansion.

“Should we make a break for it now?”

“No. Cameras.”

“What if they’re not working?”

“What if they are?” Dom asked, starting to swim laps.

“We’d get caught.”

“Right. Douglass isn’t stupid. He’d separate us and then Brian would kill me because you wouldn’t be protected.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“That may be the case, but that’s what I’m here for.”

“That and so you don’t have to go back to jail,” Nicollette said quietly.




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