JANE
I woke up with a start, not sure what woke me. I shifted slightly, smiling to myself when I felt the slight tenderness between my thighs.
Last night's incidents flashed before my eyes, making my face warm and my heart giddy. My eyes fell on the panoramic window of the yacht in front of me.
The sun was starting to rise as the sky was painted in the hues of orange and midnight blue. We had probably slept for two to three hours at most.
It was an eventful night. The fear of losing Dom in that attack last night was a feeling I never wanted to feel again. I could have lost him forever if he didn't have such fast reflexes.
I was very sure it was Rosario. No one else would try to kidnap me, a nobody. I hadn't told Dom yet that someone from the attackers tried to kidnap me.
Shaking my head slightly, I turned to my side to reach for him but found only his cold pillow and his side of the bed empty.
I skimmed my hand over the empty space and found it slightly warm.
He must have woken up just a little while ago.
My eyes fell on the shiny blue diamond on my finger and my heart soared again, just like how it did when he proposed last night, turning the worst night into the best one in a matter of moments.
I covered my mouth with my hand as I couldn't help but smile wide.
That sexy Adonis is my fiancè.
A giggle left my lips but it stopped abruptly when I heard his faint voice and frowned. Looking around, I realised the voice was coming from outside the room.
Climbing off the bed, I stumbled my way to the slightly open door, clutching the furry white blanket over my chest.
I frowned. Dom wasn't usually so careless to leave the door open when I was inside, completely naked and his men were outside.
My heart raced for some reason as I padded towards the door and his voice became clearer. But before I could grab the door handle, I heard the venomous words coming out of his mouth, and my hand froze mid-air.
"Yes! I killed Dalton Collins. So what?" he snapped callously.
My heart stopped beating for a moment as I tried to process his words.
Did I hear it right?
He killed my Dad?
My knees buckled and I grabbed the door handle to keep myself from falling. The door opened and there stood Dom, only a towel wrapped around his waist, his broad, muscled back facing me, with his phone pressed to his ear.
"I'll do it all over again if I get the chance, you understand? I'll kill Dalton all over again. Now, you can go to hell," he spat, his shoulders moving up and down as he breathed heavily.
He was furious. But right now, I could burn the entire world with the amount of fury raging within me.
Heat spread all over my body like molten lava, my ears burned as I stood there seething in anger. I couldn't feel anything else at this moment, except extreme rage.
I would never be able to describe how my love for him had turned to pure, undeniable hatred in the mere matter of heartbeats.
He turned to the door and stopped, his expression changing within seconds and I watched the play of emotions across his handsome face, from anger to shock to horrified to regret.
Our eyes met and my vision blurred, hot tears streamed down my face as I turned away.
Desperation and heartbreak urged me to run, to get as far away from him as I could. Tears blinded my vision, my feet got tangled up in the sheets around me, and I stumbled forward.
Before I could hit the floor, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. The same pair of arms that made me feel so calm, safe and loved last night, now felt like thorns pricking my skin.
I struggled to get free from his hold, beating at his arms with my clenched fists. I wanted to scream, but my throat constricted, and I couldn't make a sound.
"My love. Please, listen to me. Please. I can explain," Dom begged.
He turned me to face him but I couldn't bring myself to look at his face. I was pushed against the now locked door, his body pressed against mine as he cupped my face with both of his hands.
"Don't do this. Please. Don't run away from me. I was about to tell you today. Jane, look at me, please baby." He cradled my face, trying to make me look at him but I just lowered my gaze.
"Leave."
The word finally came out of my mouth, hoarse and unclear.
"No. You aren't safe. Rosario is on your trail already. I ain't leaving you alone."
I watched him with a furious look.
"It'll be better to be taken by him than be with you, you bloody murderer."
"Baby." A flash of hurt passed through his eyes before he spoke, "If I'm a murderer, so is he. Do you know how many innocent people he has killed in his life?"
"I don't care. You are the same as him. A Mafia. Are you telling me you haven't killed innocent people?"
"Don't do this."
"Shut up. He didn't kill my Dad. You did."
"I had my reasons. I can explain."
"Nothing can justify this. You ruined my family."
"Baby, no. You don't mean that. You love me. I know you love me. You can't choose Rosario."
I looked away, gritting my teeth.
Yes, I can't choose Rosario. Never. Yes, I didn't mean it when I said it was better to go with him. It'd be a nightmare. But that didn't mean I'd stay with my Dad's killer.
My imperfect but beautiful world just fell apart and I couldn't describe the feeling. A dead soul in a moving body, that's how it felt. The man I gave my body, heart and soul to, betrayed me in the worst possible way.