Dominion (Alpha Domain #1)

by Arabella Abbing

  Fuck. There it is.

  “Let’s move. Quickly,” I demanded as I stood up, smiling a little when I noticed all the captives pick up the pace.

  We moved efficiently through the hallway then down the short stairs past the metal door. John and Troy told everyone to wait and I confirmed that our ride was on the way. We waited— all of us prepared for the possibility of another member of the Sanchez family walking through the door, then sighing with relief when we heard the roar of the buses’ engine coming up the street.

  “Alright everyone. When I say ‘move’, walk straight ahead. We’re getting on a bus, then we’re only a ten minute ride from where you’ll be dropped off to your freedom. If you value your life, do not remove your fucking blindfold,” I growled in warning.

  All the captives quietly murmured their consent and I thanked my lucky stars that they all seemed compliant. It would get massively ugly if any of them took off their blindfold and saw Derek’s face because we all knew we couldn’t run the risk of him being identified.

  A blindfold coming off meant the quick death of a total innocent. None of us wanted that on our conscious.

  “Move!”

  I pushed open the door and John jogged out, pulling the rope and leading the others in a very brisk walk. The path to the doors of the bus was clear, but I watched as a car a few blocks down the street slammed on brakes, then spun around and hi-tailed it in the other direction.

  Dante and Mario would soon know what had gone down and I could only hope that we’d be able to drop the captives off and make it back to the house before they moved in for retaliation.

  Chapter Twenty

  Amber

  “When are they coming back?” I asked, watching with wide eyes as Mason paced back and forth through the kitchen.

  “I don’t know,” he said with a sigh, pausing his pacing for a moment to run a hand over his scarred face.

  Part of me was dying to ask how he got the scars—equal parts curiosity and just to have something to talk about—but I had the sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t a topic that he would be very fond of discussing.

  So I sat perfectly still and watched him resume his pacing, sitting in total silence like we had been doing for the past hour and a half.

  After another ten minutes, he stopped moving and let out a frustrated breath, then plopped down on the seat across from me. His leg immediately started to twitch and he reminded me of a caged lion, looking for some way to release his energy.

  “Why didn’t you go with them?”

  He turned to me with a frown, the expression pulling at the jagged edges of his scar. “Because I’m watching you.”

  “But why you? Couldn’t someone else watch me?”

  His leg stopped shaking when he shrugged and stared down at a spot on the table.

  “I suppose, but I offered.”

  “Why?”

  His sharp eyes cut up to mine and I immediately regretted asking.

  “Their current mission isn’t just to destroy— they’re also freeing captives. It’s not exactly a pleasant sight to see and I’d rather not be around it.”

  His tone was harsh and I got the feeling that the subject of human slavery hit pretty close to home. It somehow made me both more and less curious about his scars, but I was far too chicken to bring it up.

  Besides, if it had been me in his shoes, I knew I wouldn’t be comfortable with people asking about the scars. I’d want people to leave me the fuck alone.

  So I sighed and let go of my curiosity, leaning back and subtly pulling down the hem of Allen’s shirt. When Mason noticed the movement, he smirked and a red blush stained my cheeks.

  “I’m sorry for walking in on you guys earlier.”

  “You don’t sound very sorry,” I muttered, staring at a spot on the wall just over his head.

  “Okay, well, maybe I’m not. But can you blame me? It was quite a sight.”

  I scowled. “Don’t let John or Allen hear you say that.”

  He raised his hands and shook his head. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant the whole thing in general. I still can’t believe they’re sharing a girl.”

  I shrugged, a little uncomfortable with where this conversation was heading.

  “Are you okay with it?”

  I looked up and realized that he didn’t seem to have any ulterior motive— he just seemed genuinely curious about how I felt. I let out a long breath and nodded, hoping I could explain it without sounding like an idiot.

  “Yeah. I mean, I wish... I wish they were more okay with it, I guess. But I’m happy. I mean, I’ve had feelings for Allen for a while, but when I met John, I couldn’t really deny the connection there—”

  “How did you know Allen?” he interrupted me with a frown.

  “He’s my stepbrother.”

  Both eyebrows raised sky-high and a huge grin spread across his lips. “No shit? Damn, this is even dirtier than I thought.” When I opened my mouth to protest, he held up his hands again. “I mean that in only the best possible way.”

  With a grumble, I let it go, knowing that he was kind of right regardless. It was kind of dirty.

  In a really hot way.

  My mind went flashing back to where we left off before Mason came barging in and an involuntary shudder raced up my spine. I desperately hoped for them to get home soon— not just to finish what we started, but so they could put all my fears about their well-being to rest.

  “Are they going to be okay? Be honest with me.”

  Mason looked momentarily surprised by the demanding tone in my voice, but his eyes softened slightly with sympathy when he answered.

  “I’m pretty sure they’ll be fine. After all, this isn’t even the hard part.”

  A cold feeling of dread rose in my stomach.

  “The hard part?”

  His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward. “The hard part will be the second wave. When they come for revenge.”

  “Come where?” I asked breathlessly, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it out loud.

  “Here. They’ll come here to get even. They’ll come for—”

  “Me.”

  The nod he gave wasn’t necessary because my vision blurred, panic for my own life starting to override the worries I had about John and Allen.

  * * *

  Allen

  “We’re here,” Derek announced as he pulled the school bus into an empty alley. “Pack up.”

  We gathered everything we had taken on the bus and gathered at the front. Troy and John hopped off and I signaled for Derek to get next to the door as I addressed the captives.

  “This is where we get off. I want you all to count aloud to one hundred—slowly— then you may undo the blindfolds and leave. Work together, find a way back to your homes. Do whatever you need to do. But know this— going to the police to try to get them to do something about the Sanchez family isn’t going to help you. They’ve got a number of cops in their pockets. Rest assured that my team and I will be dealing with them properly.”

  There was a quiet chorus of agreement before one man— the one who shouted for help when we first arrived in the warehouse— began the slow count to one hundred. The others quickly joined in and Derek and I hopped off the bus, breaking into a run towards where the getaway car was parked.

  John and Troy were already well ahead of us and by the time we rounded the corner and spotted the car, Troy was already loading his gear in the trunk while John was turning over the engine. Derek and I dropped our supplies off and slammed the trunk closed, then I jogged up to hop in the passenger seat and pulled off the ski mask that covered my face.

  Once everyone was loaded in, John peeled out onto the street and began to maneuver us through the backroads with the aide of Derek’s police scanner.

  “That went well,” Derek said, his voice shaking a little from nerves. “Didn’t it?”

  “A little too well,” I commented. “There wasn’t very many of them there. That means t
he wave that’ll come for us at home will be stronger than we expected.”

  “We’ve got time to prepare,” John said, but his tone gave away his fear that we didn’t.

  My own anger and panic grew at his nervousness. By taking only the backroads, we were still half an hour away from the house. We couldn’t risk getting on the major roads and being stopped— especially since it was possible that the Sanchez family had gotten their dirty cops to be on the lookout for us.

  We have time, we have time, we have time.

  * * *

  Amber

  “What will happen to me?” I asked in horror, then gasped as another thought hit me. “What will happen to you? What if they come for us?”

  He stood up and began pacing again. “Well, they’d kill me and take you as a slave, I’m sure. Dante really wants you— said some disgusting shit to Allen last night at the club.”

  “Wh-What club? What did he say?”

  As if he just now realized that he was driving me to a point of hysterical panic, Mason stopped and lowered himself to kneel in front of me.

  “Calm down, Amber. It’ll be fine. Allen and John will be back soon and—”

  A series of loud thuds outside interrupted him mid-sentence. He stood to full height, frowning at the front door.

  I stood as well, but froze when he pointed to me and said, “Stay here.”

  I shuffled my weight on my feet as he crept into the living room and looked out the peephole in the door, a curse coming out on a harsh breath as he reached up to pull down a wide metal bar across the door and twist a padlock into place at the end of it.

  He turned back to me and grabbed my elbow, pulling me out of the kitchen and down the hallway where John’s room was.

  “What’s going on?”

  “They’re here,” he said distractedly, pulling his cell phone out of his back pocket before he turned a knob and opened a door. “Go. Be careful walking down the stairs, they’re steep.”

  I reached out to touch the wall as I made my way down into what could only be a basement. He turned the flashlight on his phone on before pulling the door shut and throwing multiple locks, then turned back to illuminate my way down the stairs. My heart was pounding in my chest as the sounds of the thuds grew louder above us and I knew they were working on breaking down the front door.

  Once we reached the landing, Mason turned off the flashlight and pulled me deeper into the dark basement. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, so I followed him blindly and obeyed when he said, “Crouch down and stay as quiet as possible.”

  Mason moved away from my side and I covered my mouth with my palm to avoid freaking out. His face was lit up for a brief moment across the room as he hastily fired off a text message, then powered down the phone and shoved it back into his pocket.

  The thudding upstairs grew louder and the prominent crack of the door caving in seemed to echo in the basement, making my heartbeat stop.

  I closed my eyes and willed the nightmare to be over right as Mason hissed, “Stay. Quiet.”

  * * *

  Allen

  We were ten minutes from the house when my cell vibrated against my leg. I dug it out of my pocket and unlocked the screen to view the message that made my blood run cold.

  “Drive faster,” I said numbly.

  “I’m already going fast enough to be pulled over, Allen,” John said irritably.

  “They’re at the house.”

  There was a brief moment where the silence was so thick, it reminded me of being back in the warehouse after killing everyone in the room and the deathly quiet that followed.

  Then John slammed his foot on the gas and the engine roared almost as loudly as my rage.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  John

  Blatantly breaking traffic laws right after a mission was one of the stupidest things you could do. If you got stopped and somehow were traced back to the scene of the original crime— you were completely fucked.

  But knowing that Mason and Amber were under attack when we were still ten minutes away was enough to light a fire under my ass and not give a shit.

  Let the cops chase us. They can arrest my ass after I take out everyone trying to get to Amber.

  My knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly and when my jaw started to ache, I realized I was grinding my teeth together too. I glanced up in the rearview to see Derek leaning forward while Troy reached behind the seat and into the trunk for our guns.

  Allen accepted his and reloaded it, Derek holding onto mine for the time being. By the time all the guns were out of the trunk, we were within two blocks of the house.

  “Pull over, we’ll run in,” Allen demanded.

  “We don’t have time.”

  “If we pull up and they shoot us through the fucking windshield, then time won’t matter!”

  I growled and jerked the wheel, sending us sliding up the road behind our house. The tires spun on the asphalt as the car struggled for purchase before it finally surged forward into motion. I pulled into a parallel spot and got out of the car, Derek handing my gun over as soon as he stepped out.

  “Leave no one alive unless it’s Dante!” Allen shouted as he broke into a run, the rest of us following right behind him.

  * * *

  Amber

  Tears streamed down my face as I listened to the pounding on the basement door. The men who had broken in must have checked every room in the house and when they realized this was the only locked door, their attention honed in.

  It would only be a matter of moments before they burst open the door and came downstairs. It was pitch dark in the room and I knew Mason was at the foot of the stairs, surely aiming his pistol upwards, but how many of them would there be? Would he have enough bullets to stop them before someone got lucky and hit him?

  I couldn’t live with his death on my conscious. I didn’t want anyone to die protecting me.

  “Mason,” I whispered into the darkness.

  “Quiet!” he hissed.

  I didn’t see the point considering they already knew we were down here.

  “Please,” I sobbed. “Please don’t die.”

  He let out a harsh breath and I heard his footsteps as he came closer. I gasped when I felt his hands grip my shoulders in the dark, pulling me up to stand as he whispered, “Don’t freak out. Just trust me.”

  The door of the basement cracked and Mason stepped behind me, his arm locking around my neck as his other arm reached over my shoulder. My hands instinctively went up to grip the ridiculously strong arm that could easily choke me to death as I stared wide-eyed in the direction of the staircase, even though I couldn’t see a damn thing.

  The next crack was followed by a series of approaching thumps that could only be the broken door sliding down the steps.

  “Bring her up!” a male voice shouted.

  Mason’s hand covered my mouth and I felt him shaking his head behind me. I clenched my teeth together and waited, the tension thick in the unmoving air of the basement.

  “Have it your way!”

  Multiple creaks came down the stairs and I waited patiently, wondering why he didn’t fire when they got to the landing.

  Then I remembered he was using me as a human shield and if they fired back, I’d be dead within seconds.

  His hand stayed over my mouth and I attempted to slow my breathing, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

  “I don’t think anyone is down here, man.”

  “Where the fuck else would they keep her? Someone find a light switch!”

  “Maybe they took her with them on the bus.”

  The bus? What bus?

  “Shut the fuck up and find the light!”

  There was a lot of shuffling and Mason slowly pulled me back, taking us further away from the men as they moved around in search of the light switch. I soon realized he had backed us into a corner and I felt his body relax when his back hit the wall. I swallowed hard, trying to count the se
ts of footsteps.

  There were at least four men in the basement with us. Four versus one.

  “It’s up here!”

  Five versus one.

  The light turned on and Mason tensed, the barrel of the gun turning to press against my head.

  “Move and she dies.”

  Everyone froze at once— myself included— but I clung on to his earlier words. He asked me to trust him, and that was really the only option I had at the moment. Besides, maybe Mason banking on the fact that they wanted me alive would turn out to be a smart move.

  “Don’t do anything stupid,” the man closest to us said, slowly raising his hand.

  Mason’s arm tightened around my neck and I heard the gun cock close to my ear.

  “Drop the guns and put your hands in the air.”

  “Come on, man. Just—”

  “DO IT!”

  The man cursed and glanced back at the men behind him. “Do what he says.”

  “But—”

  “Do it, unless you want to face Dante’s wrath when he finds out his property has been irreparably damaged,” another man said, stepping a little closer and revealing his face.

  Mario.

  Everyone looked petrified by the thought and I heard Mason growl from behind me, seemingly more disgusted than I was about being referred to as ‘property’. We watched as they lowered their weapons to the ground then stood back up.

  “Now turn around, walk upstairs, and go outside. Do it, or I’ll blow her fucking brains out right now,” he said slowly, his voice so calm and even that it was creepy as fuck. I could feel the evil grin against the back of my head since he was pressed so close against me. “Who wants to call my bluff, hmm? Who thinks I would willingly die for this bitch?”

  His trigger finger twitched and a sob escaped my lips, the sound cut off as he tightened his arm around my neck. As it got harder to pull air into my lungs, my vision started to go spotty and the words got muffled beneath the roaring in my ears.