Domenic drove in silence. It was past eleven in the evening, and thankfully, he was still awake when she called to ask for a ride—desperate to get away from the place Alexander had taken her.
Nicole had simply thanked him when he arrived. She said nothing when he saw her outside Alexander’s condo building, soaked like a stray kitten and crying. Without a word, he helped her into the car.
She could hear his deep sighs one after another. Nicole knew he was dying to ask what had happened, why she was there. But since she had no idea how to even begin explaining it, she chose to stay quiet and cry silently.
When they arrived at her apartment, she quickly moved to get out of the car, but Domenic reached out to stop her.
“Natalia,” he said firmly, using her real name. “I wanted to ask what t
