Though a little fearful, a foreign but carnal desire begins to course through me as I watch him destroy his opponent. Dominic delivers one last punch and the guy goes down, landing limp at his feet.
Dom steps away, his power rolling like a tidal wave over the crowd as he addresses everyone within feet of where he stands. “Happy to fucking address any objections.”
Andre jerks his head and two of the guys behind him lift what’s left of the guy on the ground.
Dominic’s livid gaze follows him. “You do that again, you’re out,” he barks as the guy spits out a mouthful of blood. Dom’s hand is dripping with it, and I push through the crowd to get to him as Sean speaks up.
“Ease up, man,” he mutters just as I reach them.
“Fuck him,” Dominic snaps, his rage-filled posture challenging everyone within feet of him.
“You’ve made your point,” Sean takes his place by his side.
Dominic looks over to where Tallahassee stands, surveying the damage to his car. “You all right, man?”
He nods as I reach Dominic, lifting his hand to inspect it. He jerks away from my touch, turning on a dime and rears back, fist drawn. He drops it once he sees my face, which drains of all blood when I witness up close, the rage in his eyes.
“I’m good,” he snaps, jerking away from me and I back away, right into Sean’s chest just as he hooks a hand around my waist. “Let him cool off, baby.”
I nod as Sean pulls me to his side and glance over his tense frame, scanning for Alicia in the crowd, but she’s disappeared. “Let’s go,” Sean prompts, tugging me in the direction of his Nova.
My gaze flits back to where Dominic stands, his chest heaving, his eyes frighteningly feral before he stalks out of sight.
“He’s good,” Sean assures before he whisks me into his car and in seconds, we’re back on the dark road, the eerie quiet a stark contrast to the party we just left. If I hadn’t have been there, I would have thought I’d imagined it.
“You’re pissed,” he speaks up as tension grows in the cabin. I am angry, but these men make it impossible to rationalize a functional line of hard limits and remain sane while doing it. But in choosing my battles, this one I’m not backing down from. I’m done with all the mystery.
“First of all, you left me at a party where I hardly knew anyone.”
“I knew enough people to know you were safe, safer than you are locked up all alone in your house.”
“Whatever. Second, you went racing—racing—in the middle of the mountains at night.”
He grins. “Sorry, Mom.”
“It’s fucking dangerous and stupid. Look what just happened.”
“I love that you care.”
“Don’t smile at me all sexy.”
His grin only grows as he checks his rearview.
“Third, what the hell is all this?”
He expels a breath.
“And don’t you dare tell me it was a party, or you can lose my number.”
He flicks his gaze on me, and it’s unforgiving. I’ve just pissed him off. Good.
“What is this, Sean?”
“It’s your explanation.”
I focus on the beam of the headlights as I sift through my thoughts.
The phone rule, his dealbreaker. The secrecy. The omissions and half-truths. The subtle hints he’s been giving me since the day we met. This is what he’s been hiding, and I still have more questions than answers. It’s not enough.
“Then explain.”
“I just did.”
“You have to know how infuriating this is.”
“Trust me, I do.”
“Yet, you won’t give me anything.”
He glances my way. “Let me guess, you asked around tonight and got no answers.”
“How did you know that?”
“Because that’s how it is.”
“So that’s what this is…like a secret society? Like the masons or some shit?”
He doesn’t answer.
“Take me home.”
He chuckles. “I am.”
“And then lose my number.”
His smile disappears as his fingers tighten on the top of the wheel. “If that’s what you want.”
“I want the fucking truth!”
“You’re getting it,” he says calmly, “you just don’t like what I’m telling you.”
“Because it makes no sense!”
“It makes perfect sense.”
A minute or two of silence follows before he finally speaks up.