Chapter 130 One Hundred & Thrity
Dominic stood just inside his office, watching the office lights flicker behind the glass. The way Izzy had held her ground, the fire in her eyes… it burned him from the inside out.
He ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight, pacing the his office in long, measured steps. Every nerve in his body screamed at him… anger, desire, frustration. That little boy… Brian… was his blood. His son. And she had the audacity to treat him like some stranger.
His phone buzzed again… no doubt another message from the investigator with updates he didn’t even need yet. He ignored it. He didn’t care about corporate reports, investments, or finances right now. All that mattered was her.
Izzy.
The way she’d called him an unfit father, the way she had laughed at him, the way she had dared to call him incapable of love…. it was a wound and a fuel at the same time. He should be furious, and he was. But beneath that anger, beneath that fury, he couldn’t help but feel hurt my her words.
She had moved on. She had a husband. A family. And yet… Dominic couldn’t stop himself from imagining Brian’s face when he finally met him. The family he made with Izzy
He clenched his fists, the cool air doing nothing to calm the storm inside him. He would make her see. She couldn’t push him away… not this time. Not from Brian. Not from her.
Dominic took a slow breath, his mind already spinning with plans. Tomorrow, he’d confront her again. And next time… he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
A sharp knock came at the door, pulling Dominic from his thoughts.
“Fuck,” he muttered automatically, thinking it was his mother.
“Not now, Mum… I don’t have time for this,” he added, still pacing, before finally looking up.
The sight that greeted him made him freeze.
Steven. Standing there in the doorway, eyes cold and unyielding, his presence calm but magnetic.
“You’ll have time for Mr. Steele,” Steven said, his voice low, dangerous, carrying a weight Dominic hadn’t expected.
Dominic’s jaw clenched, a dark pulse of irritation… and anger … running through him. “You?” he said, incredulous. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Steven stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him. “You know exactly why I’m here.”
Dominic’s fingers tightened into fists at his sides. His chest tightened. He wanted to roar, to strike, to make Steven back off… but the cold precision in Steven’s stance stopped him.
“You think showing up like this… will intimidate me?” Dominic hissed, his voice low, dangerous.
Steven didn’t flinch. He met Dominic’s gaze head-on. “I’m not here to intimidate you. I’m here to make sure you understand one thing… Izzy and Brian aren’t yours to take.”
Dominic laughed, sharp and bitter. “Not mine to take? Oh, you really think I’ll just stand aside while she keeps my son from me?”
Steven’s eyes darkened. “You don’t get to decide anything.. And you sure as hell don’t get to threaten her.”
Dominic’s laugh dropped into a growl. “Threaten her? I’m not threatening. I’m claiming what’s mine. My blood. My son.”
Steven took a step closer, calm but unyielding. “You’re not claiming anything, Dominic. You’re demanding. And demanding doesn’t make you a father after all these years.”
The room went tense, the air thick with unspoken fury.
Dominic stared at Steven, his mind racing, heart hammering. He couldn’t bare the thought that someone was standing between him and Izzy… and he wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted
“Like Izzy said you’re unfit to be a father.”
Dominic froze.
Those words hit harder than he expected.
“If you’ve got a bone to pick with anyone,” Steven continued, voice calm but cutting, “go ask your mom. Don’t drag Izzy or Brian into your mess.”
Dominic’s fists tightened at his sides. His blood boiled. His chest heaved with frustration, rage.
“You… you don’t understand,” he said through clenched teeth, trying to steady his voice. “She was mine first and she has my son. Brian is mine. I have every right to…”
“No,” Steven cut him off sharply, stepping closer, the cold precision in his stance making Dominic pause. “No, . You have no right to him. You have no right to intimidate her. Not after everything. And you sure as hell have no right to step into her life and think she’ll just hand over her child because you want him. I wouldn’t hand over my son to you.. Izzy isn’t some property you claim”
Dominic’s jaw flexed. He wanted to argue, to yell, to force Steven to see reason… but Steven wasn’t backing down. Not an inch.
“And one more thing,” Steven said, voice low, razor-sharp. “If you’ve got anger, frustration, or any complaints about anyone… you take it to your mother. Leave Izzy and Brian out of it.”
Dominic’s teeth ground together. He felt the familiar storm rising inside him… the obsession, the hunger to take control.. but he realized it was useless
Steven straightened, giving Dominic one final, measured look. “I’m leaving now. Take your anger somewhere else, Mr Steele . Or go pick a fight with your mother, since that seems to be the only place get your uncouth behavior from.”
Dominic’s jaw tightened. He opened his mouth, but no words came. He couldn’t stop the chill crawling up his spine as Steven turned and walked toward the door.
Steven reached the door, paused, and glanced back once. His eyes met Dominic’s, steady, sharp. “Stay away from my family,” he said quietly, before slipping out.
The door clicked shut behind him.
Dominic sank into his chair, rubbing his face with both hands. His mind raced. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.