A life of darkness. That’s all Dominic has left after enduring an unimaginable tragedy. Without the capacity to feel love or empathy, he turns to life as an assassin. When Mason Wilde appears seemingly out of nowhere and offers him a job at a lavish estate, Dominic jumps at the opportunity, if only to hold on to what little humanity he has left.
Heading up the security staff at The Chamber is certainly an easier career path, once he gets past the fact that each year a group of women is kidnapped to pleasure rich and powerful men. Dominic struggles with the morality of his new vocation, but he knows the women would be in the same circumstances regardless. At least he is a protector, not a killer.
Then her face flashes across a surveillance monitor and everything changes. Vivian Marie Travis. A raven-haired beauty who heals his heart immediately. She’s been selected for the next Chamber, but the thought of her suffering in any way incites emotions in Dominic that he never thought he’d feel again.
His instincts tell him to try and save Vivian, but he is a stranger to her. Even worse, when she realizes his association with The Chamber, how will she not think of him as a monster? There is no way she could ever fall for him—he has nothing good to offer her. The strangest part is, Dominic wants to try.
Dominic is the first of The Men of The Chamber Series from D.W. Marshall, author of The Seven Chambers captive erotica novels, and a retelling of Stolen Flame from the guy's point of view. For a richer reading experience, consider reading Stolen Flame before Dominic.
Chapter 1-Into the Darkness
Most sixteen-year-old boys that I know spend the bulk of their time worrying about scoring with chicks, hanging out with their friends, starring in football games. They don’t fuss over life or its details, but instead the latest music, gadgets, partying it up, and getting their first set of wheels.
My junior year started out like that too. I was once touted as a promising tight end for Kahuku High School. Many great NFL players were once Red Raiders like me, and my coach believed that I was well on my way. By the age of sixteen, I was already a beefy six feet tall, and very comfortable with college scouts watching me from the stands. Unfortunately for me, my dreams were shattered, and the light of the world around me that was so full of promise was snuffed out in a single night. When my mother was murdered that was it for me, lights out. Of course, I am not the only person in the world to lose a parent. I’m sure it happens every single day. But not everyone reacts the same to tragedy, and when you are a teen who happens to be the size of a grown man, and your mother is gunned down in front of you leaving you helpless to stop it, something inside you dies—I died that night.
My mom had to pick me up from practice that night because my car was on the fritz again. I worked hard to keep my rebuilt 1971 Camaro SS in top shape, but we were headed to State, and coach added two-a-days on us. My car needed new motor mounts in a bad way and my pops was always at work, so it had to wait.
That night was not unlike most. I drove us home, but Ma wanted to stop and pick up milk and bread from our local Foodland. When we came out of the store there were three thugs near our car. Ma and I pretended they weren’t there, and they were acting like they were getting into the car next to ours. I wish we had turned around and gone back into the store.
“Nice ride,” one of them says about our car, turning their attention to us as I opened the door for Ma to get in on the passenger side. Our car was a Ford Explorer, nothing fancy. “I hope home isn’t too far because you two will be walking.”
My ma doesn’t get in, but I stand in front of her. “I’m sorry but we don’t want any trouble.” I tried to back Ma up so that she would sit in the passenger seat. I can close the door and keep her safe, in case I have to fight these three criminals. “I’m just gonna get into the driver’s seat so I can take my mother home.”
The creeps close in. “Not so fast. I said we are gonna be taking your ride tonight, son.”
I hurried toward the driver’s seat. I needed to get us out of here.
There were three gunshots. One shattered the passenger side window, and two were aimed at me. My shoulder felt like it was set on fire when the bullet hit. I didn’t stop to see the damage the bullet caused, I had to get to Ma. The punks scattered while I made my way to the passenger side. There was so much blood, it didn’t take me long to figure out that the bullet hit my precious dear mother in the head. Time stopped as I pulled her out of the car, and I knew in an instant she was gone. I held her in my arms until the police and ambulance arrived, but it would take the whole lot of them to separate me from my ma. I knew that would be the last time I would ever get to touch her again.
That’s when I lost my sight. Darkness engulfed me.