Текст книги "Dominic"

Автор книги: L.A. Casey

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He nodded and lazily smiled again.

God, he was so gorgeous.

"I more than like you but don't feel near love yet, so I put the word love and like together and got live so I live you. I'm in live with you, pretty girl."

I knew that was possibly the sweetest thing he has ever said to me, but be that as it may, I looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, I never heard an expression like that before so I said, "Did you just make that expression up?"

He shook his head. "Nah, a girl I was fucking last year said it to me, she said it was a reference from a book she read. I just thought it was cute and figured this was a fitting time to say it."

He did not just say that.

I punched him in the stomach. "You're a prick!"

He grunted out and then laughed and he gripped his stomach. "You're amazing."

I went to hit him again but he quickly grabbed me and pulled him down to his side, he lowered his head and ran his nose from the tip of mine to between my eyes then kissed that spot. "I do live you, I swear it."

"Dominic," I breathed, my stomach twisting in knots and my chest constricting. It was borderline painful, but a good type of pain; that was how I knew I felt the same as him. "I live you too."

He closed his eyes and smiled again, tugging me towards him. I closed my eyes as well and fell asleep in his arms, perfectly and happily content.

"Stop smiling like that Dominic, it's starting to freak me out!" Ryder snapped to Dominic as we finished having breakfast, and they started to get their coats on so they could leave.

Ryder and Branna had their own sleepover last night, as well.

Dominic snorted at Ryder then looked at me. "I'm just happy."

I flushed.

"Please tell me you used a condom? I'll kill you if you get pregnant, Bronagh!" Branna swore across the table.

I gaped at her. "We didn't have sex!"

Branna raised an eyebrow at me. "I heard groanin' comin' from your room last night, don't lie to me!"

My face went beetroot purple!

"We didn't have sex!" I repeated and look away from her and everyone else.

"She's right, we didn't have sex, what you heard was me getting a fucking amazing blow-"

"Dominic!" I shrieked.

He burst out laughing and so did Ryder.

Branna blushed a little herself. "Oh Lord, me little sister was givin' head to her fella-"

"Branna!" I screamed.

Why were they doing this to me?

That stuff was supposed to be private!

I tried to make a break up to my room, but Dominic caught me at the end of the stairs and lifted me back against him.

"Don't be embarrassed, those two were fucking last night so they can't say shit about what we did."

Okay, that was disgusting.

"I don't care, you shouldn't have opened your mouth; that's supposed to be private! I won't ever be givin' you oral again if-"

"I'll never mention anything like it for as long as I live, I promise. Don't cut me off when I've only started getting some, please."

I inwardly smiled; I had all the power here, and it felt good, really good.

"Okay but no more talkin' about it, I don't like it."

Dominic kissed my cheek. "Deal."

He just hugged me from behind then, and it made me smile.

"You have to leave now," I said.

He squeezed me. "Yeah, yeah, I know. It's girl's day. Blah, blah, blah."

I laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow. We can hang out all day, okay?"

"I'm holding you to that, bitch." He grinned then laughed when I spun and tried to hit him for calling me a bitch.

He leaned in, pecked my lips then jumped backwards still laughing. "Bro, move it!" he shouted.

Ryder laughed when he walked out to the hall and had seen Dominic dodging my punches like he was shadow boxing. I couldn't land a single hit, and it bugged the hell out of me.

"Let's go bro, we've got business to attend to."

I stopped trying to hit Dominic and looked to Ryder. "What business?"

He smiled at me. "Just some family business."

I raised an eyebrow and turned to Dominic. "What is the family business? You never talk about it, you told me it's not important but I still want to know about it."

The silence that followed gave me a sick feeling in my stomach.

"I'll fill her in. Go on, get goin'." Branna smiled.

Ryder and Dominic looked at her, and after some sort of silent communication, they nodded and left. I stood staring after them for a moment before turning to Branna.

"Please tell me they aren't drug dealers," I joked.

Branna snorted. "They aren't drug dealers, but things they are into are a little worse than that."

What?

Fucking what?

"What is worse than being a drug dealer?" I gasped.

Branna sighed and looked me dead in the eye. "Workin' for one, a dangerous one."

I stared at Branna in horror then flat-out gaped at her back when she turned and walked into the kitchen.

"You can't just say somethin' like that and then walk away!" I bellowed as I stormed into the kitchen after her.

She glanced at me over her shoulder and shrugged. "I'm puttin' the kettle on. This is a conversation that requires a cuppa."

I knew she was right when I felt my hands shake and my knees start to knock together, so I made my way over to our kitchen table and slumped down onto a chair.

"Run this by me again, our boyfriends work for a drug dealer? A dangerous drug dealer?"

Branna scrubbed her face with her hands before she folded them across her chest, rested her hip against the kitchen counter, and looked me in the eye. Her left eye twitched a little.

"You're jokin'! I don't find this funny at all!" I shouted.

Branna didn't say a word, not a peep, and that made me feel sicker than I already felt.

"Dominic would have told me if he was into shite like that! He wouldn't have pestered me into goin' out with him if he was tangled up in things as bad as drugs! He doesn't even smoke Branna, and he rarely drinks because of his trainin' for his fights."

"I never said he took drugs. None of the lads do drugs, but they are all involved with them. Except Damien."

I stared at her for a long, long moment, as it all began to make sense in my head. All the hushed conversations between Damien and Dominic, then Ryder saying Dominic fighting in school brought them unwanted attention, and then Dominic telling me he didn't fight for fun but for 'family business', a family business he wouldn't tell me about.

I suddenly burst into tears. "I can't b-believe… why would he… oh my God, I'm goin' out with a drug dealer!"

I covered my face with both my good and injured hand and sobbed like a baby. My chest was hurting me, and my stomach was lurching something terrible. I knew I was going to be sick. And I was, all over the floor next to me.

"Don't move, I'll clean it up. Just stay put and focus on breathing so you can calm yourself, okay?" Branna said to me in a soft tone.

I numbly nodded my head at her while staring out to our back garden through the back door glass. I ignored the vile taste in my mouth and forced myself not to think of the pain in my stomach. But nothing I did stopped my chest from constricting in pain.

"I'm breakin' up with him," I said as I continued to look out at the back garden.

Branna sighed next to me as she finished cleaning up my vomit. I glanced at her, and she moved over to the fridge to get some juice then filled a glass full of it. She came back over to my side and handed me the juice, I drank it as she stroked my back with her hand.

"If it makes you look at this differently, they don't want to be involved with this man, they just don't have choice."

I snapped my head to her, I felt my face go red when she didn't explain that any further.

"Branna, stop cuttin' yourself off when you're tellin' me somethin' as important as this!" I growled.

She smiled a little at me. "I'm sorry, Bee, but I'm not sayin' any more. This is a conversation you need to have with Dominic alone. Just know that I fully stand by him, Ryder, and the rest of the lads. I would never go out with someone who would involve us in somethin' as dangerous as this, and I wouldn't allow you to go out with someone like that unless there was a good reason. The lads have got a handle on this so we don't need to worry."

I stared at her blankly, unblinking.

How in God's name was she so calm about this?

I shook my head at her, got up and left the kitchen and went up to my room where I flung myself onto my bed. I was still coming to grips with just dating Dominic and allowing myself to let him in. And now I had to deal with this fucking bombshell?

I shook my head into my pillow.

Was this why he fought at Darkness? Was it why he fought at all? Was this the reason why he was always battered and bruised when he came to school? Was this why he and his brothers were here in Ireland?

I had so many questions and zero answers.

I sat up, got my phone from my dresser, and unlocked it.

I need to fucking speak to you!!

I sent a text to his phone and sat back on my bed and closed my eyes and started thinking.

How the hell did my life get so complicated?

Only a few months ago I was invisible, boyfriend-less, bullied, and a complete and total loner until Dominic happened. I couldn't even remember how it felt not to feel for someone, I cared about no one bar Branna until he stormed into my life and turned my world upside down. I did care about Dominic, I cared about him so much; I lived him, but this was something I didn't know if I could deal with. The things he was involved in were so much bigger than me.

I opened my eyes when my phone beeped and tapped on Dominic's face when his text came through.

I know I have a lot of explaining to do baby, but don't make any decisions until you hear me out. Please?

I frowned; he knew my automatic reaction would be to break up with him, and that upset me. The whole point of being with Dominic was to let go of my old insecurities, and I wasn't going back to running away from things that scared me or threatened my bubbled world. No, I was going to pull up my big girl trousers and listen to what he had to say. Any decisions I made about us would come after I'd heard everything and thought things over. I nodded my head as I tapped on my phone, replying to Dominic.

Okay, but know I'm beyond upset with you. This – you – have really hurt me.

I wasn't lying; I was hurting because of this. I didn't know if it was because Dominic kept the secret from me for so long or because of what the secret actually was. Both, I thought.

I looked at my phone when it beeped.

I'm sorry, pretty girl. I'll be over tonight; I've some stuff to sort with Ryder first but once I'm done, I'm coming straight to you. Have your girl's day with Branna and try not to overthink on this. Don't give yourself an unnecessary headache; I know you will understand once I lay everything out for you. I live you, babe.

I started crying again because I prayed he was right; I really did.

"What have you done with Nico? Like how far have you gotten with him?" Branna randomly asked me as we lay  on the sofa in our sitting room. It was past nine at night and after a long day of shopping on Grafton Street, we were watching In Her Shoes. But the film was forgotten once that question was asked, even though we continued to eat the pizza in our hands.

I looked at Branna and tried to glare, but I was pretty sure I looked stupid because I could feel my cheeks getting warm.

Branna cackled. "Don't be embarrassed, sisters talk about things like this all the time."

I sighed and just shrugged. "Not as far as you've gotten with Ryder, which I'm sure is all the way and back again multiple times, but probably way too far for only a week of goin' out."

Branna pumped her eyebrows at me, and it made me laugh and cough around the pizza that was in my mouth, making her crack up and slap her knee. I shook my head at her, still smiling as she whipped her eyes.

"Details Bee, I need details."

I groaned. "I gave him a… you know."

She only raised her eyebrows at me, and I hated her, because I knew she was going to make me say the word.

"A blow job," I blurted out then squeaked and covered my face.

It was weird knowing I've done something so intimate with Dominic, and I just told my sister about it!

"You dirty minx!" Branna teased playfully making me kick her leg, which she snorted at.

"He also… you know… went down on me too and he… put his fingers up there as well."

Branna widened her eyes. "Holy shite, the lad doesn't waste any time does he?"

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

She grinned. "He has been tryin' to get with you since he moved here. He must have envisioned doing dirty stuff with you for ages and can't hold back now that you're together."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, tough shite for him because I've set limits. I won't go any further than the stuff we have done already until I know in meself that I am ready. He won't pressure me either; he values his life and dick too much to do otherwise."

Branna burst out laughing, and her laughter made me laugh. We stopped when we heard a knock on the door. I instantly knew it wasn't the lads because Ryder had a key, and so did Dominic – he stole Ryder's and made a copy for himself.

I looked to Branna and shrugged. "I'll get it."

She continued to eat her pizza, but she watched me as I walked out to the hall until I disappeared out of her view. I opened the hall door and froze a little because of who was on the other side.

"Hey, Bronagh. Can I talk to you for a second?"

I cleared my throat and said, "Sure, Gavin. Come on in."

"Who is it?" Branna's voice called out from the sitting room.

I closed the door when Gavin stepped inside. "It's Gavin Collins, he wants to have a chat."

I smiled at Gavin then gestured towards the stairs and whispered, "We can go up to my room, she will only listen in if we stay down here."

Gavin chuckled under his breath making me snort. We headed upstairs then, with Branna's quizzical gaze on our backs until we were out of sight and safely inside my room.

"So… what's up?" I asked as I awkwardly walked towards my bed and sat on it, facing Gavin.

He sighed and ran his hands through his thick, wavy dirty blond locks and for a moment I found myself just staring at him. I know, I know, I was Dominic's girlfriend, but I was only human, and Gavin was hot. Anyone with eyes could see that so give me a break.

"I wanted to tell you I'm sorry, I was a complete fuckin' dickhead for bailin' on our date. I know things won't work out for us like a couple and that you're with Nico now, but I do want to be your mate. I've been feelin' like crap since that night and even worse when I saw your hand bandaged up at school."

I raised my eyebrows; I didn't know what I was expecting him to talk to me about, but an apology from him definitely wasn't it.

"Is it bad?" he asked, gesturing to my hand.

I looked down at my hand, looked back up and shook my head. "No, it's fine now, only a little stiff. The bruisin' on it has faded to yellow. After I get a check-up at the hospital next week, I can take the bandage off," I explained.

Gavin nodded at me then sighed as he stared. "You look good."

I blushed.

He smiled. "I'm not chattin' you up, I mean you just look… good," he said with a shrug.

I still continued to blush while he continued to smile.

I cleared my throat. "I'm not gonna lie, I did call you a few choice names in my head when you just left me last week in McDonald's but I do understand why. Dominic… he can be very persistent and overwhelmin' to deal with."

Gavin snorted as he came to sit next to me on my bed. "Understatement, Bee."

I smiled at him. "I forgive you, if that's what you need to hear. I don't hold grudges… unless you're Jason Bane. But since you aren't, no worries."

Gavin laughed and relaxed completely next to me. "I'll be thankin' God for small favours tonight before I go to bed."

I snorted, and it made Gavin cackle, which set me over the edge with laughter. I could not handle it when people cackle, it got me every time, and I had to laugh.

"I'll get goin', I just stopped by to get that off me chest. I hope we can be mates though? Like hangin' out and shite like that," Gavin said as turned his head to me.

I looked back at him and ignored the voice in my head that shouted 'no, we don't want any more change!' and gave Gavin a smile and said, "Yeah, I think a friend is just what I need."

Gavin beamed at me, and it made me feel shy; I actually had a beautiful lad as my friend and a complete stunner as my boyfriend… little me wasn't doing too badly for herself.

Gavin leaned in to hug me and I returned it. "I'll see you on Monday and-"

"No, Ryder, stop him!" Branna's voice suddenly screamed from downstairs.

Gavin and I pulled apart from our hug and turned to my door as footsteps pounded up the stairs.

"Oh, shite," Gavin breathed when the door was flung open.

I winced when it smacked out the wall, but full-on recoiled when I saw Dominic filling up the doorway, his face twisted in rage. I jumped out in front of Gavin and raised my hands up in surrender.

"Dominic, he just came over to apologise to me. He isn't tryin' to ask me out again or anythin', he just wants to be friends-"

Dominic shot forward and I had to fling myself at him so he wouldn't dodge around me and get Gavin, whom I could sense was standing behind me waiting for a blow to hit him.

Dominic's arms were tight around me as I squeezed myself to him. He growled into my temple and tried to shake me off him, but I wasn't letting go for anything, and he realised this after a moment and relaxed a tiny bit to settle me against him.

"First and only warning you're getting, Collins. She's mine, if you try and take her away from me, I will kill you."

Holy. Fuck!

"Dominic-"

"Fuck you, Nico. She can be me friend if she wants to be-"

Dominic tried to push me away from him, but my arms were locked around his waist and weren't coming apart any time soon.

"GET OUT!" Dominic roared, which caused me to duck my head because the noise of it stung my ears.

"I'm goin', man. Don't worry," Gavin snarled and moved towards the door. "See you in school, Bee."

Dominic swung his arm and missed Gavin, because he ducked away and left the room, passing Branna and Ryder who were both standing outside my room looking in and watching.

I locked eyes with Branna and nodded for her and Ryder to leave. She nodded back at me and reached inside my room and closed the door leaving Dominic and myself alone. I removed my arms from around him and made a move to step backwards to give him some space, but he kept me in place, and it made me sigh.

"I'm just tryin' to give you some space to cool off-"

"Why was he here? In your room?" he growled down at me, cutting me off mid-sentence.

I shrugged. "He wanted to apologise and-"

"I got that but why. Was. He. In. Your. Room?"

I blinked at him for a moment then shook my head. "Because he wanted to talk."

Dominic's gaze on me was hard as he looked down at me. "Why in here? Why not downstairs?"

I sighed. "I don't know, I figured it would be easier to talk up here and-"

"You suggested you both come up to your room?" he roared.

I flinched away from him. I knew he wouldn't hit me or hurt me physically, but that still didn't change the fact that he was scaring me.

"Dominic, you're frightenin' me," I said, my voice shaking.

He grunted and moved his arms from around me and began pacing my room. I got a headache looking at him, so I moved to my bed, climbed onto it, and snuggled under my covers. I was already in my pyjamas, and I was content enough to stay for the night now that I was there.

I heard Dominic sigh after another few minutes of pacing. "Bronagh?"

I didn't answer, which caused another deep sigh to escape his mouth. I heard him moving about and then came the noise of things hitting the floor, and I instantly knew it was his clothes and shoes.

He was stripping!

I mentally kicked myself; we're having serious problems, and I was melting over him getting semi-naked. My mind was apparently stuck in the gutter where Dominic was involved.

I tensed when he climbed into my bed behind me. I didn't fight him off when he tangled his limbs up with mine. First his arms came around my waist and he pulled me against him until I was moulded into the front of his body, then he tangled his legs up with mine and put his head resting above mine.

"I live you, pretty girl," he murmured and kissed the crown of my head.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second then open them. "I live you, too."

He turned me to him then, lowered his head, and brushed his lips over mine. I knew I should have lightly kissed him back or even attempted to tease him with a whisper kiss, but I just couldn't. I pressed my mouth hard on his and forced my tongue into his mouth.

Dominic groaned, tensed, and then quickly pulled back away from me.

"Bronagh," he growled, "I want to fuck you when you kiss me like that!"

I smiled at him; I loved getting him so worked up.

It made me feel empowered.

I leaned forward and lightly kissed him then, but he groaned again. "Still makes me want to fuck you."

I laughed. "So will I just stop kissin' you then?"

"Never stop kissing me. Never!" he growled, making me shudder and lazily smile at him.

He kissed my forehead and sighed. "I'm sorry for upsetting you. You know I would never put my hands on you to hurt you. Right?"

I nodded my head. "I know, but you're still very intimidatin' when you get like that. It's fine if I'm just as mad because sometimes I think I scare you when I'm like that."

"You do but I think it's sexy as well," Dominic mumbled.

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "We need to talk."

He nodded and locked eyes with me. "Tell me what Branna told you."

I did as he asked, and when I finished speaking he was nodding.

"Have you ever heard of a man called Marco Miles?" Dominic asked me.

I thought on it, and then shook my head answering no.

"Damn, baby, you really are sheltered," he murmured.

I frowned. "I don't know any bad people, Dominic. I made it my business for years not to talk to anyone or listen to gossip."

Dominic nodded. "I know that but everyone knows of Marco, his name is known all over the world. He is… a very bad person."

I closed my eyes and asked, "And he is your boss?"

"Yes."

My heart broke in two.

"Oh, my God," I whispered.

Dominic pulled me even closer to him. "I don't sell drugs, I don't take them, and I don't kill people or go on any jobs that would land me in prison for life."

I opened my eyes feeling a little more than confused. "What do you do then?"

His jaw tensed. "I'm paying off a loan you could say by fighting."

I frowned. "Money?"

He sighed and closed his eyes. "No, not money. It's more complicated than that."

I sat up and pulled him upright with me. I turned to him, crossed my legs, and gestured him with my hand to carry on talking. "I've got nothin' but time so start talkin'."

Dominic's lip twitched. "Bossy."

I shrugged.

He scrubbed his face with his hands before locking eyes with me again.

"My dad was Marco's best friend since they were kids. They were both bad people and started up their empire from scratch. They had links to a number of Dons from different Mafias, nearly every drug cartel known to man, and they pretty much had the law in their back pocket. My brothers and I grew up around violence and that lifestyle not knowing any better. We were treated like princes, and got everything we wanted because of who our dad was. High-end escorts were servicing me from the time I was thirteen, because I didn't want to jerk myself off. Our lives were a blur up until my mom and dad got killed just after mine and Damien's fifteenth birthday. Dad crossed Marco looking to get some extra money on a drug cartel deal, so Marco had my dad and mom killed before they could take him out. They were best friends, but their greed for money changed them, made them hollow… evil. My mom was no better; the only thing she loved was money and materialistic things. She encouraged my dad to keep our lifestyle up… it got them both killed in the end."

Dominic watched me while he was speaking and stopped when he saw I was now crying.

"Baby, please don't cry." He frowned and reached for me.

I moved forward and engulfed him in a hug, holding him to me tighter than I ever had before.

"I'm so sorry."

Dominic swayed me. "What are you sorry for?"

"For your upbringin', I wish you and your brothers had the love Branna and I had from our parents." I sniffled.

He rubbed his thumb across my cheek and murmured, "No one has ever cried for me before."

"Well, I live you so of course I'm goin' to cry when I hear about your childhood," I cried.

Dominic lightly smiled at me. "Bar my brothers, you're the most important thing in the world to me, you mean everything to me. I just want you to know that before I finish what I need to tell you, okay?"

There was more?

Oh, God!

"Okay," I nodded.

He blew out a breath and licked his lips before he said, "It's disgusting to say, but I genuinely don't care that Marco had my parents killed. I hate him but not for that. We never saw my parents and when we did they were cold people so them being dead wasn't hurting anyone… except Damien. He really is a lover and not a fighter in all aspects. He was the only one who held out hope that our mom would someday love us instead of her clothes and bags, and that our dad would be proud of us instead of Marco's nephews Trent and Carter. After they were killed he wouldn't let us speak a bad word about them; he got very violent if we did."

I blinked my eyes in shock while Dominic nodded his head and said, "I know it's hard to think of him as being violent but after our parents were gone he just changed."

I felt sick as I listened to him, my heart hurt for Dominic and all his brothers. I just wanted to squeeze them all.

"Marco's nephew Carter doesn't look like the family at all, but he is evil like them and Trent was even worse. He really was a younger version of Marco in all aspects from looks to personality."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Was?" I questioned.

Dominic nodded his head, closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and looking directly at me. "He is dead. His death is the reason my family is in debt to Marco."

"Do you owe him a lot of money or something?" I asked.

Dominic shook his head. "Not money but we do have to work off our debt to him. My brothers, bar Damien, have certain jobs they do for Marco. My job is fighting."

I frowned. "I don't understand. Why are you and your brothers in debt with Marco over his nephew's death?"

Dominic sighed. "We have to work for Marco in order to keep Damien safe."

I felt my heart stop. "Why just Damien? Why is he always singled out?"

Dominic looked at me then, his eyes locking with mine. "Because Damien is the reason why Trent is dead. He killed him."