Chapter 49
Samantha’s POV
The knock on the door was unexpected, especially at this hour. I had just put the twins back to bed after they were woken up by the thunder. Devon had fallen back asleep almost immediately, but Diana kept her eyes on me, as if watching for any sign of trouble, I assured her and handed her the wolf stuffed toy before I kissed her forehead and promised her everything was fine.
“Dominic? What are you doing here?” I asked, barely masking my surprise as I opened the door to find him standing there, looking as though he had just walked out of a war zone. His shirt was wrinkled, his jaw tight, and his eyes carried the kind of intensity that made my pulse quicken.
He did not answer right away, his gaze flicking behind me before settling on my face. “We need to talk. Now.”
“It’s barely dawn,” I countered, glancing over my shoulder to check if the twins were still asleep. “This could not wait?”
“No,” he replied firmly, stepping past me into the house without waiting for an invitation. “It couldn’t.”
I nodded reluctantly and stepped aside. Dominic walked in, glancing around as if looking for something that I could only guess was the twins.
I closed the door and turned to face him. He paced the living room like a caged animal, his hands running through his hair as though trying to find the right words. Whatever brought him here, it was not good.
“Dominic,” I started, crossing my arms. “What is this about? If it is about the children—”
"Richard Bennett is playing games," Dominic remarked which surprised me. "And this time, he is not just targeting me, he is targeting you and the twins."