I Need You.

Dominick's POV

Luna took a step back, fear gripping her whole body. I looked down at my hand to see blood dripping off the blade. The bastard was already dead because of my damn anger; it wasn't supposed to be this way. I wanted him to suffer slowly until he died.

I stood up and looked at my men who were behind me. "Take care of this mess," I ordered before quickly striding towards Luna, grabbing her arm. She was still startled and followed me like a zombie to the VIP section. It was only us there.

I jammed the door and turned towards her, letting my anger show in my voice. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

She recoiled slightly, stepping backwards in fear. "Start talking, or I'll make you!" I snapped at her, and she jumped. I wasn't ready for her nonsense.

"Nina...she asked me to follow her to the club."

"And you didn't care to ask for my damn permission?"

"She...said you wouldn't mind. You never minded when it was Sol."

"And are you Sol?" I stepped closer, making her edge closer to the wall fearfully. "Your sister could defend herself, whereas you?" A dry chuckle escaped my lips. "You're nothing but a weakling."

She averted her gaze, pathetic tears already streaming from her doe eyes. It was all she ever did, cry!

"And what the fuck are you wearing?" I looked her up and down, a growl rising from my chest. "Did you want men to notice you? Are you so desperate to get fucked by any Tom, Dick, and Harry?"

"Stop, stop, please," she shook her head, trying to block out my voice.

"Why? Did I lie?" I leaned down, my face mere inches from her flushed face. "What were you trying to achieve by coming here?"

"And what about you?" She dared to raise her voice for once at me, her hurtful eyes pooling with tears. "You're married, but you keep bringing your mistress into your matrimonial home."

"Matrimonial home?" I raised my brow, chuckling at her innocence. "You don't actually think you're my wife, do you?"

"But you married me," she fired back, surprising me again. I didn't know she had the fire in her. "You... broke my virginity...and acted like nothing happened. You're so brutal. How could you?"

I didn't stop her as she hit my chest repeatedly in frustration. She had a point; I took her virginity and acted like nothing happened, because I probably didn't care though. I detested virgins to begin with.

"That's enough!" I held her hand, pulling her close to my chest. "It wasn't my fucking fault; you're the one who wanted to deceive me."

She choked on a sob, trying to break away from my hold. "Let me go, please... I want to leave. I can't... I can't take it anymore."

I bent my head at the nape of her neck, kissing it. I felt her shiver slightly. "I'm sorry, I can't do that."

I pulled my head back up, but her little arms wrapped around my neck, pulling it back. "Then take me... I...need you."

I stared at her in disbelief. "Are you drunk?"

"No... I didn't have a single drink... please..."

I didn't wait for her to complete her sentence before enveloping her body in a fierce kissing session. Her body molded into mine perfectly, her soft breasts against my chest, as I ran my hands all over her back.

What the fuck am I doing? I suddenly broke the kiss, pulling back. "I can't do this." I shook my head at her as she stared disappointed. She was too innocent for me.

"Why, you don't think I'm good enough?" She looked away, her cheeks flushed.

Her eyes looked too sad, and I wanted to tell her that wasn't the case, but I wasn't so sure either. I turned and left the VIP section without sparing her a second glance.

I ordered my men outside to keep a watchful eye on my wife before making my way to the hidden room to inspect the merchandise. My mind was still fuzzy from that kiss, and somehow her tears seemed to be bothering me.

"Boss, welcome, we've been waiting for you," Selene greeted me.

She was dressed in a tight black dress with half of her bosom almost spilling out. I realized that when Selene or Sol dressed this way, I didn't care, but with Luna, it felt different. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she was innocent, and somehow I wanted to protect her.

I surveyed the array of weaponry scattered on the table, inspecting them thoroughly. "I thought we ordered the latest firearms collection, I don't see any here," I snapped at Selene, who was in charge of this deal.

"I...I..." she stuttered, taking a step back. "I made a mistake with the orders."

"Are you stupid? Did you actually think I wouldn't notice this?" I growled, my patience wearing thin.

"I swear it was a mistake."

I dealt her a hard slap across her cheek, and she fell to the floor, holding her face in tears.

"One more lie, and I swear..." I trailed off, letting the threat hang in the air. "Now tell me what you did with my money."

"I used it to settle my debt," she choked on a sob. "I swear, I'll pay you back."

"We have just two weeks until we deliver these to our clients. You'd better bring those weapons, or else..." I warned before storming out of the room.

Arms trafficking, among other ventures, was the kind of business I engaged in. With this, my family has been able to amass a great deal of wealth. We had politicians, police, and the wealthy at the palm of our hands. They were counting on me, and I'm not going to disappoint them.

Outside, I met Alen, who looked anxious with a furrowed brow. "Dominick, there's a problem," he stated urgently.

"What is it?"

"It's your father. He called a meeting with all the members of the Mafia without informing you."

"What?" My anger simmered beneath the surface. It was totally disrespectful. I was the Don, and no meeting in my Mafia should be held without my permission.

"There's more," Alen hesitated, fearing my reaction, but I urged him on with a nod. "The topic of the meeting is your incompetence as the Don."

"Fuck!" I punched the wall, trying to contain my rage. "Gather the men. We're going to my father's mansion. I think I have to remind them who's the boss."