Текст книги "Dominic"

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"Motherfucker!"

I bit down hard on my lip so I didn't laugh. If I laughed it would make me his number one target. So I did what everyone else in the class did when Dominic screamed and cursed like a girl. I jumped with fright and swung my head around to see what was wrong with him.

"What? What is it?" Miss McKesson asked; her voice sounding very high and panicked.

Dominic was on his feet, his hands on his arse cheeks with his forehead pressed against the wall at the back of the class. Everyone watched him as he removed his hands from his arse with a hard tug that caused him to hiss in pain. When he turned and dropped thumb tacks on his desk, we all winced.

I winced for show, but what I really wanted to do was cackle like an evil witch. You see, I was no good at getting revenge on someone because I usually just had to deal with Jason and all he did was annoy me with words. But Dominic, he got in my personal space and really tried to get under my skin. His fat arse comment in front of Destiny last week during the Raise To Praise event really annoyed me; I decided to get him back by putting thumb tacks on his chair so when he sat down the needle-like pins stuck into his arse and obviously hurt like hell.

Let his arse hurt over calling my arse fat!

Ha, ha, fucking, ha!

The fact that today was my eighteenth birthday made it all the merrier. I didn't care if that made me a sadist, this was the best birthday present ever!

"Who put them there?" Dominic growled, his eyes flickering around the room.

I, like everyone else, shrugged my shoulders.

"I'm sure they were left there by accident-"

"There are ten pins; this is no accident," Dominic cut the miss off with a growl.

Damien leaned back in his chair and looked at his brother's arse. "I think you're bleeding a little, bro."

"Fuck," Dominic grunted and put his hands on his arse again.

When he removed them, there was indeed blood on his hands. Not loads, but more than pin pricks should have caused.

I guessed they pricked the prick pretty good.

I hated that I snorted at my thoughts because it got everyone's attention, and I mean everyone.

"You!" Dominic growled in my direction.

I raised my eyebrows in shock and raised my hands up. "Me? I didn't do anythin', I was about to sneeze, that's all."

Dominic glared at me. "I don't believe you, you're the first person in here every day. You had the perfect opportunity to put them on my seat."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't appreciate these false accusations, Mr. Slater."

When the students chuckled, Dominic face reddened with anger.

"I know you did this."

I shook my head. "Well, you're wrong."

"Open your bag," he snapped.

I felt my stomach lurch.

"What? Why?" I asked, trying not to sound panicked even though I could actually feel myself starting to break out in a sweat.

He was so not looking inside my bag.

"Why are you so nervous, slut?" Dominic questioned.

Slut? I was the most frigid person in this entire school, including the juniors! I was definitely not a fucking slut.

I glared at him. "'Cause you're blamin' me on somethin' I didn't do, faggot!"

Collective gasps sounded around the room at our nasty name calling.

"That's it, the pair of you get your bags and get out into the hall. Now!" Miss McKesson snapped.

I dropped my jaw. "But miss, he is the one-"

"You both used foul, disgustin' language and disrupted my class, get out into the hall and stay there until class is over, and I am ready to speak to you both!"

I was shocked.

Miss McKesson had never raised her voice to me or kicked me out of class; I've never been kicked out of any class.

Ever.

"Okay," I mumbled as I stood up, grabbed my bag, and did the walk of shame out of the classroom along with Dominic.

He tried to walk out first, but I shouldered him into a desk making some students laugh and him growl. When we got outside and the door to the classroom was closed he instantly backed me up against the wall next to the classroom door, placed his hands on either side of my head and leaned towards me. There was literally only a few inches of space between his face and mine.

"I know you did it," he growled as he leaned his head down to me, closing the gap between us even further.

I was intimidated by him, and I hated that. He was almost a good foot taller than me, broader than me, and had muscle on him. I weighed one forty something and stood at five foot three. I couldn't exactly scare him off with my body, but I probably could with my snarky replies and attitude, so I rolled my eyes then focused and looked directly into his.

"No, you want me to have done it so you can bully me some more!"

He narrowed his eyes to slits and growled, "I don't bully you."

I scoffed and humourlessly laughed. "Yeah, you do and you know it. You're pathetic, pickin' on a girl because it gives you kicks. You're a sad, sad little lad."

Dominic smirked. "There is nothin' little about me, sweetheart."

I shook my head, because clearly he wasn't talking about his height.

"I'm sure two inches is nothin' to brag about, sweetheart."

Obviously I had no idea the size of his penis but saying anything less than five inches had to be a hit to the ego since I read in a magazine that five inches was the average penis size for men.

"Two?" Dominic asked, his voice high like he couldn't breathe right. "Try adding six more onto that baby, and you'll get the size of my cock."

He actually measured his penis?

Wait, that would mean he was eight inches long?

Yeah, right.

"Don't all lads say somethin' like that to make themselves look good?" I teased.

Dominic was getting red in the face again so when he pressed his body against mine, I was convinced he was going to smother me or something. I was shocked, however, when he tried to grab my hand and place it down there on his body.

"Feel for yourself."

I gasped and pulled my hands from his.

"Get off me you pervert, I'm not touchin' you… down there or anywhere else!"

Dominic smirked. "Afraid you might like it?"

I scoffed. "I rather get off with Jason Bane than touch you, Fuckface."

I was shocked that I actually meant what I said, which clearly meant that I hated Dominic more than I did Jason.

Holy shite, I never thought that would happen!

Dominic didn't like what I had said because he growled down at me like a dog, a murderous looking dog.

"You'd be lucky to touch me, bitch. You're lucky I'm this close to you right now!"

What the fuck did he think he was? A Greek god or something?

"Yeah, 'cause I feel very lucky right now, little dick!"

I felt pressure on my head before I realised what was happening. When I eventually copped on that Dominic fisted my hair in his hands and pressed even closer to me, my mouth went dry.

I could feel his grip on my hair, but it didn't exactly hurt. I just felt a lot of pressure.

"Keep running that smart mouth of yours and I'll bend you over, smack that phat ass and fuck you with my big cock!"

Holy Mary, Mother of God!

"What… you… how dare you say somethin' like that to me! You're disgustin', get away from me before I scream!"

Dominic only smiled at me then looked down to my chest and smirked. It was hot today, and we were allowed take off our uniform jumpers. I had my school shirt on underneath so when I looked down to see what Dominic was looking at, I gasped.

My stupid bra made it look like my nipples were hard, and they weren't, it was just the material!

"It's the material on me bra," I stated, angrily.

Dominic's grin told me he didn't believe me.

I growled. "I'm serious, it's just the material. Like I would ever be turned on by the likes of you. You aren't me type."

Dominic pulled back a little and drew his eyebrows together. "I'm everyone's type."

I scoffed. "Not mine, now back the fuck away."

He did, but with a grin on his face.

It was only then that I realised he had my school bag in his hand; I blinked.

How the hell did he take the straps off my shoulder without me noticing?

He got close to me to distract me so he could get my bag, the bastard!

"Give it back!" I snarled.

He smiled. "I will… after I look through it."

Before I could move forward and grab the bag or even warn him not to look into it, he stuck his hand inside the bag, rooted around, then pulled out a small box of thumb tacks. An open box of thirty thumb tacks that were missing ten tacks.

"I knew it," he hissed.

I swallowed. "That proves nothin', lots of people have thumbs tacks in their school bags-"

"You're seriously trying to convince me you aren't to blame when I have the evidence in my hand?"

I grunted; he had me on that. "Fine, whatever, it was me."

He growled again.

I threw my hands up in front of me. "It was payback for sayin' me arse is fat."

He just looked at me like I was ten kinds of stupid. "Your ass is phat."

I flushed, he just didn't fucking get it.

"Whether it's fat or not, you don't say it to me. It's a horrible thing to say to a person!"

Dominic rubbed his temples, like our arguing was giving him a bad headache. "I told you two weeks ago in the grocery store that when I say you have a phat ass, I mean it in the best fucking way possible."

I groaned, not understanding his logic. "This here is Ireland, buddy, fat just means fat here!"

He shook his head and glanced at my bag before tossing it back to me, I caught it then closed it up.

"Can I have me thumb tacks back?"

"Nope."

I glared at the thieving bastard. "Fine, whatever, keep them. I didn't want them anyway."

He leaned back against the wall across from me but winced when his arse rested against the wall. I tried to hide a smirk but failed miserably.

"You know I'm going to get you back for this, right?"

I widened my eyes, which made him snicker.

"Seriously? But I'm not good at pranks, it took me a whole week to think up the thumb tacks!"

"I'm not good at pranks either, but that's not how I'll be getting you back."

What?

"Are you goin' to hurt me or somethin'?"

Dominic just smiled at me, which freaked me out.

"No, I won't hurt you. I might just up my ante in bugging you since it clearly gets to you."

Oh, my God!

"I'll stab you in the eye with a pen if you annoy me more than you already do, I swear I will!" I warned him.

Dominic smirked. "I'm not worried, pretty girl, I think I can hold my own against you."

Fuck, he was right. He was bigger than me and clearly stronger. I didn't stand much of a chance against him if I were to try and hurt him, and we both knew it.

"I'll tell on you!" I warned him.

He full-on laughed then. "I like you, pretty girl."

He liked that he made me miserable, the bastard.

"Stop callin' me that!"

"Why?"

Really? Was he actually asking me that?

"Because I don't like it!"

Dominic smiled at me. "Which is exactly why I call you that. Plus it suits you."

I hated that I flushed. "Shut up!"

I turned away from him while he chuckled. "Come on, you have to know that you're pretty."

The cunt was teasing me now!

"Drop it, Dominic," I growled, my back still to him.

My breath left my body when he put his arms around my waist and stroked my sides with his thumbs. I felt his breath on my ear, and the sensation I felt caused my eyes to drift closed. I really wanted to shove him away from me, but I just couldn't move. I felt like I was stuck.

"I don't think you know just how pretty you are, Bronagh," Dominic purred in my ear. "You're different from every other girl in this school. You aren't in the same league as them. You're in one of your own."

I snapped my eyes open.

This school had a lot of gorgeous girls and for him to say that I couldn't even compete in the same league with them hurt, and I didn't know why, but it did. I moved away from him as the bell rang out, and the classroom door opened. Our classmates piled out of the room, nearly all of them greeting Dominic or slapping their hand against his as they passed him by. Damien stopped by his brother and said something, making him laugh, before moving on.

I kept my eyes glued on the floor during all of this, and I kept them aimed downwards when Miss McKesson stepped out into the hallway and stood in front of us.

"I never want a repeat of what happened in my class earlier on, do you both understand me? Never! The things that came out of your mouths were disgustin', and if you ever react like that to one another or anybody again I will suspend you. Do you both understand me?"

"Yes, miss," Dominic and I replied in unison.

"I'm not goin' to ask what riled you both up so much because it's over now, and I hope you have both learned your lesson not to treat each other so badly or call each other such mean names. Do I need to give you both detention to drive me point home?" Miss McKesson asked.

"No, miss," we again replied in unison.

"Good, now get to class."

I moved away while the miss stopped Dominic and quietly asked, "Do you need to see the school nurse for your behind to have your wounds treated?"

Wounds?

They were tiny pin pricks for goodness sake, it's not like he just got back from war and was riddled with bullets!

I didn't say anything though, I instead tilted my head down and quickly moved away before I snickered a little at my thoughts.

"No, I'm fine miss," Dominic replied to the miss then walked in the same direction as me.

"You'll be sorry for this Bronagh, very sorry," his voice growled from behind me.

I sighed because I knew that he would follow through with his threat and make me sorry, very sorry.

"Shite, sorry, I wasn't watchin' where I was goin'," I gasped when I literally walked into somebody and knocked them over as I exited the school gates.

I was in a world of my own, replaying what Dominic had said to me this morning in my head. I felt sick over it all day, but felt even worse when I spotted whom I knocked over. It was Jason.

Fuck!

I reached down to help Jason to his feet. I might not like him, but I wasn't above helping someone when I was in the wrong.

He didn't want my help though, and slapped my hand away. I jumped back a little and snatched my hand away, cradling it with my other hand. His slap hurt my hand; it was stinging. But I jumped back more so in shock that he actually hit me rather than the pain I felt.

"You stupid fuckin' bitch, look what you did to me new runners! They're all scratched up!" Jason bellowed as he got to his feet; he started forward and grabbed hold of my arm making me tense up.

He pulled me forward making me stumble. "You're payin' for these, you ugly, fat cunt!" he growled.

I nodded my head frantically, feeling tears well up in my eyes. He had never been physical with me before; I was used to the name-calling, but him actually hurting me upset me a lot.

"I will, I'm so sorry," I blurted out.

I was terrified and also was seriously shocked. I couldn't believe he was manhandling me right now, especially in front of passing students.

Jason glared at me for a moment, his eyes scanning my face and landing on my mouth before grunting and shoving me away from him, which made me stumble backwards. I tensed up when I lost my footing; I prepared for my arse hitting the ground, but arms caught me instead.

I breathed in relief but then gasped when the person who caught me, rounded on me. I didn't even hide my surprise and widened my eyes to the point that they stung me.

"Dominic?" I said, staring at his grey eyes which were narrowed and slightly twitched.

He looked furious.

"Are you okay?" he asked me, looking at my cheeks.

It was only then that I felt the fat tears from before stream down my cheeks; I quickly wiped them away and nodded my eyes. The hiccup and fresh tears that followed proved me a liar though.

Dominic set his jaw as he looked at my face. "Step back and then don't move a muscle," he said to me; his voice sounded deeper than usual, and it freaked me out a little.

I did as he asked without question, for once, then I watched in confusion as he handed me his school bag from off his back and turned his back to me. When he started towards Jason, my stomach flip flopped.

He wasn't going to do what I thought he was, was he?

"Can you believe that cunt, man?" Jason asked Dominic, chuckling.

Dominic didn't say a word as he swung his fist and it connected with Jason's jaw. Jason's face snapped to the side, he was still for a moment before he realised what was happening and then suddenly speared Dominic to the ground. I heard myself scream when I heard the thud of Dominic's back hitting the ground.

I even tried to move towards the lads to stop the fight, but an arm around my waist held me in place.

"Don't interfere, it will only make him angrier, because he told you not to move."

I twisted my head around and seen Dominic's face only with blond hair framing it.

Damien.

"Damien, stop them!" I begged.

Damien smiled at me, and I was a little surprised that I noticed how different his smile was from Dominic's. He didn't have dimples whereas Dominic did. I was then pissed off at myself for noticing that and turned my head back towards the two eejits rolling around on the ground.

"Stop!" I shouted when Dominic's fist cracked into Jason's jaw making some girls who were observing the fight scream and gasp.

I winced, along with some others, when we heard a really high pitched scream.

"Stop. Oh, my God, stop!"

I looked and saw Jason's girlfriend, Micah, run from the school gates towards us at high speed.

This was going to be so bad. Once she found out that I was the reason the lads were fighting, she was going to kill me. She hated me as it was, thanks to Jason's attempt to kiss me last week at the kissing booth.

When Dominic landed another hit on Jason's face, some of Jason's friends who were standing back, and letting them go at it because it was a fair fight, suddenly stepped in to break it up. Jason got a decent punch on Dominic's jaw first though, and it made me wince.

When Jason's friends pulled them apart, I twisted out of Damien's hold and started forward.

"Dominic, stop!" I said when I noticed him trying to go for Jason again.

I put my body in front of him and placed a hand on his chest.

He was looking over my head with his eyes narrowed. When I touched him he looked down at me, and his face changed, it softened. I frowned when I spotted the cut on his eyebrow. It was starting to swell and blood was surrounding it.

"Please," was all I said and pressed on his chest in an effort to get him to back off.

I couldn't believe he fought Jason and to make matters worse, it was because of me.

"Come on, bro, you beat his ass. Nothing left to prove," Damien said as he landed a hand on Dominic's shoulder.

Dominic growled.

Yes, growled.

"He put his hand on what's mine, don't fucking tell me I don't have something to prove."

His?

What!?

What did that mean?

Seriously, what the fuck did that mean?!?

"Nico! What the fuck is your problem, man?" Jason's voice shouted from behind me, making me jump.

Dominic turned my body and carefully pushed me behind him.

"My problem? What the fuck is yours?" Dominic bellowed.

"Mine? What do you mean-"

"You fucking touched her!" Dominic roared, making me jump.

"Who?" Jason asked then laughed when I poked my head out from behind Dominic only to retreat back behind him. "Bronagh? You jumped on me because of that fat bitch?"

I dropped his bag and gripped onto Dominic's waist when he tried to dart forward. "Stop!" I screamed.

Dominic tried to shake me off him but, in doing so, his elbow hit off my cheekbone, making me hiss. Dominic didn't notice that he hit me, but Damien did.

"Dominic!" he roared.

Dominic snapped his head in Damien's direction.

"You're scaring her, bro."

Dominic growled as he turned and looked back to Jason and snarled. "Put a finger on her again, and I'll kill you. Call her names again, and I'll kill you. If you so much as look at her again, I'll fucking kill you. Understand, man?"

Jason shook his head at Dominic. "What fuckin' ever, man," he said then turned to Micah, who was fussing over his face and kissing him, which Jason's friends found amusing.

Dominic turned and bent down to pick up his bag, he threw it to Damien then looked to me. "Turn around and walk," he said.

I turned and began to walk through the crowd of students that had formed to watch the fight. I carefully made my way through until I was walking down the path on my own. I lifted my hand to my right cheekbone and held it there because it was throbbing pretty badly. My eye was hurting as well, and I resisted the urge to cry again because if I started, I probably wouldn't stop.

"Bronagh!" I heard his voice shout from behind me.

I couldn't face him, not after what he had done and what he said, I still couldn't believe he said I was his. I broke out into a run when he called me and winced every time my feet pounded against the ground because the pouncing of my body made my trembling face hurt even more.

"Bronagh, for fuck's sake, don't run from me!"

I ran faster; I cut through some gardens until I was in a housing estate lower down the mountain side, and yet I still kept running. It was my top speed, but it still wasn't good enough. His arms enclosed around me, and he actually lifted me up into the air to stop me running completely.

"Oh, my God!" I squeaked out not liking the sensation of being held up off the ground.

"Will you stop running from me?" Dominic said into my hair.

I didn't know whether he meant every time I saw him or just now.

"No!" I snapped, not liking him telling me what to do.

I felt the vibrations of his growl against the back of my head as he adjusted his hold on me. I was acutely aware of his arms wrapped around me, oh and his body pressed against mine!

"Put me down!" I snapped again, trying to sound really mad rather than breathless.

"No," he replied, calmly.

I squealed in frustration and slapped at his arms. "What do you mean no? Put me fuckin' down, you big bastard!" I snarled.

I heard a chuckle escape from him, and it made me see red.

"I swear to God, I'm goin' to kick the fuck outta you for doin' this to me!" I promised.

In one swift motion, I was placed on the ground and turned to face him. It made me gasp, because I wasn't expecting him to do that.

"Doing what to you? Defending you?" Dominic asked, his eyes narrowed.

Great, now he was mad at me.

"Eh, yeah!" I shouted. "Ever since I met you – which unbelievably has only been five weeks – you have been nothin' but a pain in me arse. You tease me, make fun of me, and today you made me feel like absolute crap, so excuse the fuck out of me for bein' pissed at your mood swings. You go from bullyin' me to defendin' me all in the space of a few hours. Who the fuck does that?"

Dominic looked at my eyes before zoning his gaze on my right cheek.

"Did he fucking hit you in the face?" he asked, his voice venomous.

I snorted and rolled my eyes at the subject change.

"No, you did that!"

Dominic looked like I slapped him across the face.

"Me? I didn't-"

"Yeah, you did. When I tried to stop you from goin' for Jason the second time, your elbow hit me in the face."

His face visibly paled.

"Bronagh, I'm… I'm so sorry. I would never hit a girl; I swear I didn't mean it," he insisted as he lifted his hands and ran his fingertips over my cheekbone, making me wince because it was really tender.

He looked distraught by this and pulled me towards him. "Come with me, please?" he asked.

I pulled out of his hold.

"No, I have to go home and get ice-"

"I'll ice it for you. Please, pretty girl, it would make me feel better if you let me take care of you."

I stared at him; I still couldn't believe he gave me that nickname.

I continued to stare at him and wondered what the hell was happening. I was so confused that it actually made my head hurt.

"Are you Damien?" I asked curiously, my left eyebrow raised.

Dominic just looked at me for a long moment before he shook his head.

"Are you serious? Can you not tell the differences between us?"

"Sure I can; your hair colour is different, you have dimples when you smile, and he doesn't; he is right-handed, and you are left. He is nice, and you aren't. That's why I'm askin' if you're him because you've been awfully nice to me these last twenty minutes, got your face smashed in and all."

Dominic sort of smiled for a moment before he glared at me. "I handed that prick's ass to him, not the other way around, babe."

"Babe?" I spluttered. "You're sayin' I'm yours and callin' me babe now? I think Jason hit you too hard on the head there, buddy."

Dominic rolled his eyes and muttered, "Shut up."

I sighed, closed my eyes, and rubbed my temples.

Dominic stepped towards me again; I could feel how close he was to me.

"Come back to my house with me so I can help you, Damien will be there incase you're afraid."

I opened my eyes and studied his face; his eyebrow was cut, and some blood surrounded it, his jaw was swollen, and his chin looked like it was bruising also.

"I think you need the help more than I do. Your face is pretty messed up," I commented.

Dominic laughed.

I sighed then, shocked that I was actually agreeing to this.

"Okay, lead the way."

Dominic smiled and gestured for me to walk back the way I just ran. I did so, and he fell in step with me. We didn't speak, but it wasn't awkward or anything. We walked until we headed past our school, and I whistled when we entered Upton.

"You live in Upton? You must have a shitload of money," I muttered.

"And why is that?" Dominic's voice asked, amused.

I shrugged as we walked through the very clean housing estate. "Because it's not a council estate, you own the houses, and nobody rents them out because they are too nice not to live in."

Dominic played with his hands like he was nervous which caught my attention, but I didn't say anything about it.

"Where do you live?" he asked me after a moment.

"About a ten minute walk from here, down on Old Isle Green. It's practically a dump compared to this estate."

"Does that matter to you?"

I shook my head, kind of shocked that I was having a legit conversation with him. While that was mildly shocking, the extreme shock factor was that I was actually enjoying it. "No, I like where I live. I like me house and me road. I'm sort of intimidated by bein' here for some reason, and I don't know why. Wait, I do, it's probably because it's perfect and me bein' here messes that up," I laughed.

I stopped my laughter when Dominic was suddenly in front of me; his head lowered to mine.

"Don't do that!"

I swallowed as I looked up at him and asked, "Do what?"

"Put yourself down the way you just did."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "So I can't put meself down but you can? You said the same thing today to me. You said that I didn't fit in with the girls in our school when it came to looks. You said I was in a different league than them all!"

Dominic sighed. "I didn't mean it like that."

I shook my head. "Don't lie, it may hurt my feelin's like it did today when you said it, but don't lie just to make me feel better. If you think I'm ugly then that's fine-"

Dominic moved his head closer and pressed his forehead against mine, and it made me hold my breath which cut me off.

"I didn't mean it like that, I don't think you're ugly, you're far fucking from it. When I said you were in a different league than any girl here, I meant you're more beautiful than them. You're the best looking girl I've ever seen, period. I call you pretty girl for a reason other than to piss you off, Bronagh."

I felt my legs shake, and my breath released from me in a big puff making Dominic grin because he felt it on his face. I felt like I was going to do something seriously stupid like kiss him so I stepped back a little and looked down. My insides were swimming because while I still strongly didn't like him, I felt a little flushed now just looking at him.

"Are we near your house yet?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's just up here," he replied in a tone that made me think he was smiling.

I didn't look up at him though; I just gestured for him to walk, which he did, so I followed him. When he entered the garden of a big four story house, I stood at the gate and openly gaped at it.

"Fuck me sideways." I whistled.

"Is that an invitation?" I heard Dominic ask.

I snapped my head to him. "What?" I shouted.

He pointed to my foot; I looked down and saw a flyer under my foot. I picked it up and read it; it was an invite to a four-year-old's birthday party this weekend.

"Ugh, yeah, it is," I muttered and let the wind take the piece of paper away.

My face was burning bright red as Dominic looked at me, grinning.

"What did you think I meant?" he asked.

I didn't dare look at him.

"Nothin'," I replied and followed him into his garden.

We paused outside the door while Dominic fished out his keys from his pocket. When he got them out and opened the door he shouted, "I'm home."

I heard a chorus of rude greetings, and it made me freeze.

"That's not just Damien," I muttered.

Dominic looked at me. "Correct, our three older brothers are in there too."

My jaw dropped.

"I'm goin' home," I stated and turned.

I barely made it halfway out of the garden before I was lifted up from behind again.

"Oh, my God," I screamed. "What the hell is your deal with pickin' me up? Put me down or I'll kick the shite outta you!"

I heard some snorts that weren't from Dominic, and it made me freeze.

"I hate you," I whispered to Dominic.

He snorted. "I know," he replied as he put me down on the ground but didn't let me go.

He turned me to face him. "I have to ice that pretty face of yours, remember?"

I hated that I turned red again, and I hated Dominic even more for smiling at me because of it. When he turned us both to face his house, I stared wide-eyed. The two men that stood leaning against the door frames, they were seriously sexy.

"Wow," I whispered.

Dominic snapped his head to me and glared.

"Who's the little beauty, bro?" the lad on the left asked.

Little beauty?

Me?

Oh.

My.

God.

The man had dark hair like Dominic but it was long, it almost reached his shoulders. He had the same dimples when he grinned, his arms were huge with muscle, and he had multiple tattoos. I could see this because he was shirtless. The other lad was bare-chested as well, he had some tattoos and was muscular also. His hair was a jet black though, and he had some scars on his torso and face that I could see from a good distance away, but he was still strikingly hot. I found it very hard not to look at the V lines they were both supporting, but I managed it, and I think I deserved a medal for it.