Dominic (40 page)

"It looks like I've got to work on my aim," Damien snarled, making Trent laugh.

He tapped his shoulder and winked. "I'm glad you have shit aim. Things wouldn't have worked out for me the way they have otherwise."

Damien got to his feet but froze when Trent pulled out a gun and pointed it at him, "Oh, deja vu. Does this scene remind you of something,
bro
?"

I scoffed in disgust as I got up from the bed and grabbed Damien's arm. "Leave us alone," I said.

Trent grinned at me and nodded behind him. "Can't do that, baby. Uncle Marco wants a chat."

He gestured for us to exit the room with the gun. Damien held my hand tight as we did so without argument. I was shaking like a leaf knowing Trent was behind us with a real gun in his hand; I was expecting a bang to go off at any second.

When Damien and I re-entered the club from the hallway, we walked up to the booth we were at earlier and just stood there while Marco received a lap dance from one of the girls I had seen dancing earlier. I moved a little behind Damien when Marco flicked his eyes to me and winked. He laughed when he saw me trying to hide. He then slapped the arse of the girl dancing on him and told her to leave, which she did without a word.

I looked around the room and noticed two big men, one of which was the man who dragged Damien out from the private rooms earlier, walking towards the private rooms only to stand outside the hallway like Skull and his bouncer friend did earlier in the night. I tore my eyes away from them and looked at Damien when he started to tense up next to me.

"You let me believe I killed him!" he growled to Marco.

Marco nodded his head and said, "I did."

I wanted to punch him.

He answered that question as casually as if accepting a cup of tea from someone.

"Just to keep my family in the business?" Damien asked, his voice laced with venom.

Marco shrugged as he lit up a cigarette, inhaled then exhaled, and blew the smoke in our direction causing me to cough a little. "Your brothers were born for this line of work,
literally
. I've heard lately that you have a way of getting pussy by just blinking. I could tie you into what Alec does if you're interested? Brothers on Demand, it will be my, or your, next big
hit
."

Marco, Trent, and the two men across the room chuckled at this, so I glowered at them.

"You're nothin' but a scumbag!" I snapped.

Damien fully stood in front of me then, which only made Marco laugh.

"Calm down, blondie. I'm not going to touch your brother's bit on the side."

Damien glared at Marco. "He will kill you for this, I hope you know that. Dragging me here was strike one, knocking Bronagh out was strike two, and using her life as a bargaining chip to keep him in the business is strike fucking three."

Marco had a bored look about him. "I can be very persuasive, Damien."

Damien shook his head. "You won't be able to talk your way out of this one, or make up some bullshit story like you did with Trent. We aren't the same people you took advantage of back in New York."

Marco raised his eyebrows and glared at Damien. "You're the men you are today because I fucking made you that way."

"Which is
exactly
why this is going to blow up in your face, we know all the tricks of your trades. Each one of my brothers knows the ins and outs of how you do business; they do all your work while you sit back and reap the rewards. You would be nothing without them!"

"Nothing?" Marco roared. "Who the fuck built up this empire?
Me
!"

Damien snorted. "You
and
my dad until it went to your heads. His head is full of lead now and, trust me when I say, soon so will yours."

Marco looked like he was about to clock Damien until he chuckled and shook his head then glanced to Trent and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess this side of him was what that little chinky bitch loved so much."

I furrowed my eyebrows because I had no clue who or what he was talking about and neither did Damien. Trent snorted at our expressions and said, "She only liked him for his hair colour, which is exactly why I put a blond wig in my hole with her. No one can ever say I gave the bitch nothing."

Once again, what?

"Who did you bury in Trent's grave if he is here?" Damien asked, his voice shaking.

Trent only smiled at him, which caused my heart to beat faster than it already was.

"Who did you bury if he is alive?" Damien screamed.

Marco grinned. "That little Asian chick you were dating or fucking. What was her name… Gala? She came to the house looking for you the day after the 'incident' and walked in on Trent being treated by a doc. Of course I couldn't let her walk out of there alive. She would have told you Trent was alive, and then I wouldn't have been able to cash in on Dominic's talent. Your brothers running shit for me was a plus but getting Dominic where I wanted him was my true prize. After I saw the CCTV footage of him attacking Trent before you shot him I knew your brother was a born fighter. Another plus was that kid's body was the weight I needed for the coffin that was for Trent. She probably weighed as much as him back then."

Marco and his goons chuckled while Trent growled, "Fuck you, I was a late bloomer!"

Marco continued to chuckle before turning back to Damien whose face was so red, I thought his head might pop.

"You killed Nala and buried her in Trent's grave?" he asked lowly, because his voice was shaking.

Marco snapped his fingers. "
Nala
, that's her name! Cute little chick, put up quite a fight."

I almost missed Damien when he moved; he was almost as fast as Dominic when he charged at someone. He wasn't fast enough though because just as he neared Marco, the man that was across the room at the hallway shot forward and hit Damien in the face repeatedly with the butt of his gun. The other man appeared next to me and fisted his hand into my hair to keep me put.

"Damien!" I screamed and tried to move forward to help him but the grip on my hair tightened, causing strands to be pulled from my head. I howled in pain and tried kicking back at the arsehole that held onto me, but it only resulted in being dragged to the ground by my hair, which hurt even more than just being tugged on.

"Let her go!" Damien's voice bellowed just as a knee was pressed to the back of my neck pinning me to the ground while cutting off my oxygen supply.

"Matt, I need her
alive
. Nico won't be reasoned with if she is dead!" Marco snapped as I began to kick out with my arms and legs, trying to break free so I could breathe again.

The burning that was building in my chest was suddenly eased when the thug pinning me down let up on the pressure of Matt’s knee. I gasped and choked for air when he lifted off me completely, then lifted my hands to the back of my neck and down the left side because those parts were throbbing and hurting badly.

I lay down on the ground for a moment and flinched when I felt a hand wrap around my arm.

"It's me, Bee," Damien's voice said.

I looked up at him and whimpered. He was bleeding from both of his nostrils, he had a large cut above his eyebrow, and his left jaw and eye were swollen shut; he looked a wreck. I reached up and ran my fingers over the swelling before whimpering and leaning into him. He hoisted me up onto his lap and held me tightly to him, swaying me from left to right.

"It's going to be okay, Bee, he will come for us," Damien whispered and kissed the crown of my sore head.

I knew he was talking about Dominic, and I prayed he was right. If Dominic didn't get here soon I didn't think things were going to end very well. I didn't think Marco was holding us captive just for a good ol' chat about the lads' past.

"Are you fucking your brother's girl, D? That would be boss if you were," Trent's voice laughed.

Damien's hold on me tightened. "Don't."

I looked at Trent as he laughed again and said, "Always the protector of females. That particular trait had you swimming in pussy when we were kids. I'm glad to see nothing has changed."

I was disgusted that Trent nodded in my direction as if the only reason Damien was trying to keep me safe was because he wanted to have sex with me.

"He is a good person, you fuckin' prick. He doesn't need a reason to keep people safe!" I snapped, and then went into a coughing fit because my voice was raspy, and my throat was bloody killing me.

Trent snapped his teeth at me. "Say fucking one more time, baby. Your accent has me tied up in knots over here."

I curled my lip in disgusting. "You're a vile creature."

Trent smiled at me. "You haven't seen anything yet, baby. Let's see what names you call me after I fuck that smart mouth right out of you."

My stomach lurched while Damien pushed us up to our feet. "You touch her, and I will kill you for real this time!"

Trent switched his gaze from me to Damien and his face hardened. "Oh, I'll be touching her; I seem to have a need to fuck Slater bitches. Nala was a fighter, but I'm betting little Irish there will give me one hell of a time."

I widened my eyes not because he said he was going to rape me, but because he just admitted to raping Nala. Damien went deathly still, so I moved directly to his side and gripped onto him as he looked to Marco who was watching the three of us with mild amusement.

"You said you killed her," Damien said to Marco.

Marco shook his head. "I never said that. I said I couldn't let her leave my house alive. She did die that day but not by my hand; she died by
his
."

I let out a whimper when Marco nodded to a grinning Trent, who was looking at Damien with a smugness that made me feel physically sick.

"I knew you loved her and after she rejected me, what better revenge could I get on you for almost killing me? Killing your heart, of course. She screamed as well, so loud I almost wanted to cap her before I was even finished fucking her, but I didn't. I got a shot at all her holes before I blew her mind, literally."

I didn't even try to hold Damien back when he tore away from me and charged at Trent. No one was quick enough to stop him from getting to his target this time. He crashed into Trent and knocked them both to the ground. If I pretended Damien's hair was brown, I would have sworn that I was watching Dominic beat someone up, because Damien was throwing punches exactly like him.

Damien got about five or six hits in before Marco's men intervened and pulled him off Trent.

"She was ten weeks pregnant!" Damien screamed as he tried to break free of the men's hold on him and charge for Trent again.

I flung my hand over my mouth and let the tears that filled my eyes fall down my cheeks. Damien let out a male cry that broke my heart and made me cry out for him and for Nala.

She was pregnant when she was raped and murdered?

Oh, my God!

"I'll kill you for this!" Damien swore to Trent, who was getting up from the ground and swiping away the blood from under his nose and from his lip.

Trent looked at Damien and smiled a smile so evil it made me shiver. "So I killed your bitch and your kid? Fuck me, talk about killing two birds with one stone, or one bullet as it was."

Damien roared again and tried to break out of the hold the arms had on him but he couldn't. Nobody held me or was paying me any attention though, so with anger and grief for Nala I charged Trent and dug my nails into his face and scratched with every bit of power in me. Trent screamed so loud and knocked me off him and to the ground, but it was too late. I had already raked his face with deep scratches and cuts that would scar no matter how many stitches he got.

I laughed, but then screamed when he let out a roar and gave me a kick in the stomach with such force it caused me to heave and throw up all over the floor.

"I'm going to make you scream, bitch. You will see how much of a vile creature I can fucking be," Trent growled down as he stood over me with blood running down his neck and under his shirt from the cuts I had caused.

He made a move to hit me again but stopped when Marco appeared over me and grabbed his raised arm, halting his movements.

"Enough! I need her
alive
. How many times do I have to fucking say that?" Marco snapped to Trent.

Trent lowered his hand when Marco let go of it and swallowed. "But uncle-"

"No buts, you can't have the other one. This one belongs to Nico, and I need him, and he needs her, so she is off limits. Do you understand that, boy?" Marco asked Trent, his gaze now a glare.

Trent nodded his head and swallowed again. "Yes, sir."

Marco sighed a little then waved his hand to two men who were standing guard over a whimpering Damien. They let him fall to the floor and walked off towards the hallway and down to the private rooms.

"If you keep it together for the rest of this meeting then you can have this one to play with."

I carefully pushed myself up into a sitting position wincing at the pain in my side so I could look past Marco and see who he was talking about. I felt like throwing up again when the unconscious body of a female was dragged into the room and dropped a few feet away from me.