The Search.
Dominick's POV
"You're hurting me, Dom, let me go!" She cried, trying to pull away.
"Sol?" I raised a suspicious brow. "You're Sol, right?"
"What do you mean? It's me, Luna."
"Liar!" I barked, feeling my heartbeat rise. "Luna doesn't call me Dom. Luna doesn't use curse words, and certainly doesn't like wearing lingerie, even when I begged her."
"I just wanted to surprise you tonight," she pouted before jerking her hand away. "Why are you doing this to me? Here, look at this," she pointed at her neck. "Do you see a chip there?"
I chuckled darkly, shaking my head. "You're really unbelievable, Sol. Everyone calls it the device; we're the only ones who call it a chip. And remember, everyone thinks it's located in your left hand, not your fucking neck."
She took a step back, breathing heavily. "I can explain, Dom."