Chapter 5 Blood, Bullets and Betrayal.

Lena's POV

"I said, what the hell did you find?" Dominic growled angrily. I gulped a lump down my throat, my heart skipped a beat in fear. How did Dominic find out about my snooping? Had I accidentally left something behind? I muttered a short prayer as I wondered what Dominic would do to me.

Surprisingly he took a few steps backward away from me. He muttered a cuss under his breath, his hands were curled into a fist and he swung them towards my direction. I shut my eyes close waiting for his fists to land on my face but to my uttermost surprise, his fists land on the wall causing it to make a loud thud noise.

I snapped my eyes open to gaze at Dominic with a look of concern plastered on my face. He was hurting yet for some reason, he remained still. He fought back the pain and stared at me with the deadliest eyes ever.

"This is a fucking warning to you." He said through gritted teeth. He took a few steps closer to me, his hot breath tingled on my bare skin. "Stay away from my things and mind your fucking business or else you will regret ever snooping into my things." He said.

Without waiting for my response, Dominic turned around and walked away. He opened the door to my room and slammed it loudly in my face. I slumped to the floor in defeat, my entire body fidgeted in fear. That was intense, too intense.

I spent the entire night on the floor, thinking too much about Dominic. He was hurting yet he was so used to holding back his pain. All he needed to do was let it out.

The next morning, Dominic remained the only thing on my mind. I could not ignore the feeling of unease that settled in the tip of my stomach. Truly, someone's experience was what would sharpen their future. Dominic was a big example. His past was a mystery and that aside, I could not help but wonder if I was in danger.

Dominic seemed so furious about the fact that I had involved myself with his personal business which only meant one thing, his personal business was not something to mess with.

I stepped out of the shower with water dripping from my body, my towel was firmly wrapped around my waist. I gazed at the standing mirror in front of me, as I shut my eyes close, I recalled Dominic's fist colliding with the hard wall.

I sighed heavily and shuddered at the thought. I proceeded to change into new clothes. After that, I went ahead to grab a book from my pillow. Ever since I became Dominic's captive wife, I have spent my entire time entertaining myself with books since Dominic had a huge library on the second floor, that was the one place I had free access to.

As I picked the book from my pillow, I noticed a small folded piece of paper fall from it. I furrowed my brows in confusion. I clearly remembered not having the piece of paper in the book last night. How then had it gotten there? Who put it there?

I reluctantly picked up the piece of paper from the floor. I slowly unfolded it and read the content out loud. "You should have never carried his child. Now, you die with him." My eyes widened in shock and my heart raced extremely fast as I processed each word slowly.

Was this some kind of prank? Without hesitation, I scurried towards the direction of Dominic's office. I pushed the door open and barged into the large space. Dominic seemed to have been engrossed in a conversation with one of his boys but the moment I stepped inside, everywhere went quiet.

I suddenly realized that out of panic, I had forgotten to knock. I gulped a lump down my throat and bowed my head at him as a form of greeting. "Sorry to barge in." I apologized.

"What do you want?" Dominic snapped at me, eyeing me in utter disdain. I ignored the look on his face, I had bigger worries, it seemed like my life was on the line. I walked towards him and handed him the piece of paper.

At first, his expression was one of confusion as his eyes scanned through the content of the paper. His expression immediately changed into a dark one. His next action took me off guard. He squeezed the piece of paper and tossed it into his drawer.

I scoffed in disbelief. "Are you just going to ignore that? I might be in danger and better still, if you do not care about me. You should at least be concerned about the welfare of your unborn child." I said.

Dominic slammed the desk in front of him. He cleared his throat and said. "I will keep you safe," he promised, his voice low and menacing. "No one will harm you or my cild."

Ever since then, Dominic actually kept to his word, he became even more possessive, his grip on me tightening. He would never let me out of his sight, and even then, he was always on edge, as if waiting for something to happen. Dominic was exhibiting signs of being too overprotective.

Of course that did reassure me a bit but not entirely. I still could not brush off the fact that my life was in total danger.

I felt like a prisoner, but at the same time, I knew Dominic was trying to keep me alive.

One night, I saw Dominic outside. Taking a stroll, I felt the urge to join him. He noticed my presence and surprisingly he did not say a single word.

We stepped outside, the cool night air engulfing us.

And then all of a sudden,gunshot noises echoed loudly in the air, shattering the peace of the night.

I screamed, my heart racing with fear. Everything happened so quick, blood splattered on my dress. It was not my blood for sure.

But whose blood was it?