Ghosts That Don’t Stay Dead
877 Words
Scarlett – POV
Her phone buzzed.
Twice.
Then a third time.
She ignored it.
She lay in Dominic’s bed, tangled in his sheets, warm from both sleep and him. The air still smelled like his cologne. The ache between her thighs still hummed from last night’s closeness.
She hadn’t wanted to fall asleep in his arms.
But she had.
She reached for her phone lazily, half-expecting a text from the doctor’s office or some spam call.
What she saw instead turned her blood cold.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
“You’re still his puppet. You’ll never escape what you did.”
Her heart froze.
Another message came through immediately after.
“Pregnant now? Guess you haven’t changed, Scarlett.”
Her fingers trembled.
She sat up, clutching the phone like it burned her skin.
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Dominic – POV
He knew something was wrong the moment she stiffened in bed.
She was pale. Eyes wide. Gripping her phone like a lifeline.
“Scarlett?”
She didn’t answer.
“Scarlett.” His voice dropped, serious.
She finally looked up.
“What is it?” he asked, already sitting up.
She hesitated, then turned the screen to show him.
The second his eyes scanned the messages, something inside him snapped.
“Who the f**k sent this?”
“I don’t know.”
“You do.”
“I don’t,” she insisted. “But it’s someone from… before.”
He got up, pacing. “Before what?”
“Before you. Before Liam. Before the bar. When I was still with—”
She cut herself off.
His head turned sharply.
“With who?”
She stared at the sheets.
“You don’t get to protect people who threaten you,” he growled. “Not anymore.”
She whispered, “It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.”
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Scarlett – POV
She hadn’t meant to let this part of her past surface.
Not now.
Not ever.
But Dominic was relentless. Dangerous when protective. Deadlier when silent.
And right now, he was both.
“I don’t know who it is,” she said again. “But someone doesn’t want me happy.”
“They’ll regret it.”
She reached out, touching his arm. “Please don’t go hunting ghosts.”
His jaw was tight. His eyes, colder than usual.
“I protect what’s mine,” he said.
She flinched.
“And you are?”
He didn’t hesitate.
“You. The baby. Everything.”
Her heart thudded in her chest.
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Dominic – POV
It wasn’t just fury—it was fear.
Fear of losing her.
Of losing this fragile, chaotic thing they were building.
She didn’t know how deep his obsession ran. How he’d already sent her number through his security contacts. How he was ready to tear down every shadow in her past to keep her safe.
But he didn’t say any of that.
Instead, he walked to the bathroom.
Started filling the tub.
And when she followed him silently, he turned, scooped her into his arms, and stepped into the steaming water with her.
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Scarlett – POV
She hadn’t expected this.
The warmth of the tub. The way he sat with her between his legs. The way his arms circled her stomach, hands splayed over where life now grew.
No words.
No commands.
Just silence and safety.
She rested her head back against his shoulder.
His lips pressed gently to her temple.
“I’ll find whoever did it,” he whispered.
“You don’t have to fix everything.”
“I want to.”
She turned her head slightly.
“You’re not the man I expected.”
“And you’re not the girl I remember.”
She smiled faintly.
Then his hands moved lower.
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Dominic – POV
Her skin was silk beneath the water.
Her body, curved against his like it was made to fit.
He kissed her shoulder, her neck, the space just behind her ear where she always shivered.
She did now too.
His hands slid over her belly, her hips, dipping lower, teasing.
She whimpered softly.
“Don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
He slid two fingers inside her slowly, watching her body melt into his. Her breath hitched. Her hips rocked back into him.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered again.
“You already are.”
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Scarlett – POV
It was more than s*x now.
It was safety.
His fingers moved inside her with a rhythm that drove her wild, his free hand holding her still as she fell apart.
“Ah—Dominic—hah, yes—”
“Say it.”
“Yours—always—oh my God—”
Her moans echoed off the tile.
When she collapsed against him, panting, trembling, he held her tighter.
And for a moment, she didn’t feel broken.
She felt… loved.
Even if he hadn’t said it yet.
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Later That Night
They lay in bed again.
But this time, her phone was off.
This time, she slept curled into his chest like she belonged there.
This time… she didn’t want to run.
And Dominic?
He lay awake, staring at the ceiling, one hand on her stomach, vowing silently:
Whoever threatened her... will beg for mercy.
And he wouldn't give it.
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