She was standing with her head down to the floor. She had on a barely there bra, covering her nipples, but not much else. Holy shit did she have the most beautiful large breasts I had ever seen. She had so much skin exposed, I almost choked. She appeared to have on some sort of thong or underwear which was covered by a golden waist chain that covered parts of her naked ass. And now I was as hard as a fucking rock. She looked delicious!
And these fucking men were seeing her like that, leering at her. I could tell she was uncomfortable with how she looked, her head down.
Without thinking, I turned to the owner, mister squirrely, stared him in the face as he began to realize he had just fucked up. I reached out and grabbed him in a quick choke hold, then snapped his neck. I heard screams, but I didn’t care. I dropped his body to the ground and approached Sophie. She wouldn’t look up at me which pissed me off even more.
This woman should not be feeling any sort of shame. She had the most beautiful, luscious body I had ever seen.
The man I did not like, said, “What the fuck you think your doing? You can’t just go around killing people, you fucking asshole.”
I turned my gaze to him, barely containing my rage. “Get the fuck away form my wife.”
That apparently did it. He looked like he would shit himself. He put his hands up defensively and began backing away.
“Shit! Shit! I just work here. I didn’t fucking know.” He turned and walked away quickly.
I turned to the other guy. He continued to remain in a protective stance near my wife. He stared at me, hard. I maintained eye contact.
“Want a new job?”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Why?”
“You seem to have taken on the job of protecting my wife from these fucking leeches. How would you like to be her new bodyguard, since the old one did a shit job?”
He glanced down at my wife, making me sneer. “Don’t fucking look at her.”
He looked back at me, cautiously. After a few moments of silence, he nodded ever so slightly.
“I would be honored to protect Miss Sophie.”
“Good. The job is yours.”
I looked back at Sophie, still not moving.
“One of you need to give my wife a jacket, since I didn’t bring mine.”
Salem stepped up and draped his jacket around Sophie, then stepped back behind me quickly.
Salem was a large man. His jacket covered her more like a dress. I was grateful for it. Now no one could see anymore of her enticing bare skin. I was still hard as rock and knew this was going to take a cold shower and a hand job when I got back home.
But maybe this little excursion would teach people from now on not to fuck with my wife.
During the whole ride back to the mansion, Sophie curled into herself, keeping her head down. I wanted to say something to her, but I was so fucking pissed.
How did they get her? Why did they take her? Never mind. It didn’t fucking matter. This shit would not happen again.
Chapter9
Dom’s POV
I stormed into the house, pissed as fuck, about what had happened. I would kill Gregor for letting that shithole get his hands on my wife! I turned around ready to scream at Sophie, when she walked up to Salem, her head still down. Her voice was low, but I was able to hear her, but just barely.
“I’m sorry, Salem. I’ll make sure your jacket is dry-cleaned and returned to you.”
Clutching the jacket around her, she turned without waiting and rushed up the stairs. I heard her bedroom door close softly.
I spun towards my guards, “Where the fuck is Gregor? I want his ass here NOW!”
Three of my guards spun around and walked back out of the house briskly, shutting the door behind them.
