Dirty Dom

11. Dom

I wake up to my fucking phone going off. I feel like hell. I drank a bottle of Jack last night, and I'm really feeling it. But I don't even fucking care. I feel like shit. Maybe if I drink enough I'll convince myself the hangover is why my chest aches and the fucking scowl won't leave my face.

I swallow hard. I don't give a shit about Becca. I just wanted to fuck that sweet ass of hers. I probably only wanted her because she was such a challenge. I shake my head, slowly so I don't make myself any dizzier than I am. That's all it was. She was just a bit harder to get. That's the only reason I wanted her. The only reason she got under my skin.

"This better be good." I answer the phone with a pissed off tone clear in my voice. I don't feel like doing shit today. I half hope that someone comes without their money. No, fuck that. I'll just go to the gym. It's been a while since I've really pushed myself with the punching bags.

"Boss." I jackknife off the bed at Johnny's tone and wait silently. Something's wrong. I don't like how long he pauses. I can hear him taking in a heavy breath.

"Spit it out." I can only imagine it's about Vince. They must've got him on some fucked up charge.

"We gotta message, boss. I don't know how they found her." My heart drops like a fucking anchor. He quickly adds, "I swear there was nothing on the tapes. I don't know how they got her." His voice raises with anxiety.

"Tell me everything, Johnny." I'm calm. Deadly calm. Suddenly, I don't feel a fucking thing from my hangover. All I see is red.

"I got a text with a video. They have your girl, Rebecca."

"Who and where?" That's all that matters. I just need that info, and I'll get her back. She's mine. I don't give a fuck what she said last night in the heat of the moment. I don't give a fuck if she pushes me away again.

She's mine.

"De Luca." I hear Johnny swallow, and that pisses me off. I wait for more while I climb out of bed and throw on the first clothes I find. Sweats and a white tee.

I snarl into the phone, "Where!" He better fucking know.

"We're on it now." My hand tightens around the phone, and I have to close my eyes. My shoulders rise and fall with my angered breaths.

"Someone decided to send us a message. To send me a message. And they didn't give any instructions? You aren't able to track the message?"

"It-It's just a video." My blood turns to ice. I glossed over it earlier in my haste when he first mentioned it, but a video means there's something to see. Fuck, no. I wait for more. I don't want to ask.

"They roughed her up, Dom." I can't breathe. I swallow down my heart, which feels like it's trying to climb out of my throat.

"She alright, Johnny?"

"She'll be alright. I promise you, Dom. We'll get her back, and she'll be alright." I wanna ask, but I can't. I just need to get to her. I need to see for myself.

"What about her son?" A panic spreads through every inch of me. He's just a child. They better not have touched him.

"Preschool. He's still in class."

"Get him out now. Give him to Ma, and don't let either of them out of your sight. You hear me, Johnny?"

"I got you, boss. I'm on it." Damn right he is. No harm is coming to her son. No one's hurting him. Over my dead body.

"We've got to find Becca now, Johnny. How long ago did the video come in?"

"Fifteen minutes." He's quick to answer.