Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
It’s only then that my thoughts catch up with events, and I shrink at the sight of the familiar checkerboard tattoo covering Domino’s features. I can’t breathe, and as I shrink, my soul flees my body, leaving the rest of me to face the inevitable.
His dark eyes are devoid of emotion, and it’s strange how I instantly think back to Creep’s. They’re just as black, yet full of so much inner turmoil. When he looks at me, I feel seen. When Domino does it, I’m a bug pinned to his wall, and he’s the sadistic kid who’s planning to rip off each of my limbs, then leave me to bleed out, just for the fun of it.
“Where the fuck have you been, huh? Moved out. Blocking my calls. How do you think that’s gonna work out for you?”
Again, he pushes my chest, and how can he expect an answer when I can’t breathe? When I’m so terrified of dying that staying still and quiet seems like a valid course of action?
I’m shaking as my heart sinks deeper into my flesh with each beat.
“I—”
He doesn’t wait for an answer and grabs me by the throat instead. I know that move all too well and dread those massive hands. “You think that freak can protect you? Are you really that stupid? He’s literally called Creep. I can only imagine what you let him do to you.” Domino stands even closer, breathing hard and blocking the light around us. “We made a deal, pussy boy, and I held up my side of the bargain. You’ll regret disappearing on me. I’m gonna wreck you, and you better still have those pink heels I got you.”
I grab at his hands, attempting to pry away his fingers, but this only makes him tighten his hold around my neck, and the edges of my vision soften as I kick at his shins. This makes him snarl, and one of his hands unwinds from around my neck to collide with the side of my face.
I swear I feel my brain tumbling inside my skull as the dark world around me spins, about to suck me in for good, and my last conscious thought is the worry that Creep might think I’ve left him.
Creep. I only now realize Domino mocked his nickname. I’ve been using it so much it’s lost any connotation to its origin. I should know his name. His real name. He’s not a creep. He’s sweet, and loving, and I will die not even knowing his name. I swallow a sob and cover my head from another blow… but it doesn’t come.
Domino’s grip on my neck eases and I hear a familiar voice. Soft, and dark, a little louder than a whisper.
“You touch him one more time, and this blade goes between your ribs.”
Domino snarls, but I notice him stiffen as he pulls his hands away from me. “You gonna stab the road captain of the Hell’s Butchers over some bullshit and put your friends’ lives on the line?”
Creep is standing behind him, so all I see beyond Domino’s massive forms is an arm. “That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about, so you should be glad I’ve not gutted you yet.”
Domino chuckles darkly and turns around so I get to see the threatening patches on his back—two massive cleavers under a horned skull on fire. It makes me sick. I’m shaking.
“Oh, so that’s what it’s about? Is this some jealousy thing, Creep? You do know I’m all about pussy, right? The little shit stole my beer. I couldn’t just let that slide.”
Creep pushes the knife into the pocket of his jacket, so I think it’s over, but then he kicks Domino right in the shin, and the giant in front of me topples with a furious yelp.
Chapter 26
Creep
The only reason I put my knife away is because I’d fucking kill Domino otherwise. And while I want to smell his blood, he’s right that a war with the Hell’s Butchers is something I don’t want to risk.
But the bastard is full of shit. I know that because Angel doesn’t drink alcohol. Ever. Whatever’s happening here, Domino needs to learn some fucking respect. A little scuffle between clubs is pretty much expected at a rally like this, and I won’t be pulling punches.
I’m glad to see the shock on his smug fucking face when he falls. He has the audacity to try grabbing Angel for balance, but my boy backs away in time.
“What was it really, you fucking liar?” I snarl, and don’t wait for a second before slamming my boot down on his crotch.
The howl of pain brings a smile to my face, but he still has enough lucidity to grab my leg, and when he twists, the world whirrs around me until I slam into the dirt, protecting the side of my head at the very last moment. The grass smells of beer that must have been spilled here earlier, but when Domino’s towering form crawls up my body, I slam my elbow into his face.