DOMINIC (Slater Brothers, #1)

When more shots went off around the room Dominic dove on me and covered me with his body. I felt like I was being crushed by him. When he moved off me I gasped for air and greedily sucked it into my lungs.

I opened my eyes and widened them when I looked to Marco who was still sat across from me in the booth but he was holding his shoulder and groaning in pain. I gasped and looked around Dominic and found both of Marco's men on the ground unmoving with blood splotches on their chest. Trent was on the ground too but he was alive; I could tell from his crying, and how he was writhing in pain.

I looked back to Marco and widened my eyes as blood started to soak around the material of his shirt even though his hand was pressed against the gunshot wound in his shoulder.

I shot him, I actually shot somebody.

Oh, my God.

"'I didn't mean to, I got a fright and-"

"Bronagh!" Dominic snapped, cutting me off. "It's okay baby, it's going to be okay."

I shook my head. "We're going to go to prison, those men-"

"Will be disposed of, as will Marco and Trent when we're finished with them."

I snapped my head in the direction of Kane's voice and felt myself tremble under his stare. "We won't get in trouble then?" I asked.

He smiled at me and for some reason, with just a small smile from him, things didn't seem to be that messed up.

"I did a lot more for this scumbag than just hurt people Bronagh. He is about to get the experience of me fully displaying my 'services'."

Okay, forget what I just said, things were beyond fucking messed up.

"Nico, Kane… we can talk about this," Marco said then cried out in pain when Alec rounded on the booth and pressed a finger into Marco's wound, making me almost vomit.

"Out of all the things on the to-do list Marco, talking to you won't be one of them."

Oh, my God.

I felt myself droop again when arms came around me. "Bring Alannah to the room I'm putting Bronagh in. They are soundproof so they won't hear a thing if they wake up."

Oh, my fucking God!

I was then being lifted into the air and, after a minute or two, I was placed down on a soft surface that made me groan out loud. I felt a kiss on my forehead then a voice whispered, "I'm going to make all this go away, pretty girl."

"We can't leave them for long. Bronagh has a concussion, and Lana hasn't woken up since one of those pricks knocked her out."

I heard knuckles crack before Dominic replied, "Trust me bro, this won't take long."

"Promise me something," Damien said to Dominic.

"What?" Dominic asked.

"Leave Trent to me."

My mind picked that exact moment to go black and send me into a sea of darkness.





"You want me to lie to me best friend, Dominic?" I snapped to my irritating boyfriend as Branna stood behind me carefully brushing my hair out.

I couldn't do it myself because every time I tried to, the bristles of the hairbrush scraped on my head wound, which hurt like hell itself. Branna was careful though, so I didn't mind her doing it, and that was the only thing I didn't mind her doing. Since shite hit the fan a week ago in Darkness, everyone has treated me like a glass doll.

Sure, I was hit in the head and got cut from it. Sure I received a minor concussion. And sure I was beaten and subjected to the hands of one of the most dangerous men in the world and have had nightmares about it ever since, but I wasn't that fucking fragile. I could happily deal with this on my own; I just wish everyone else would realise that.

"She doesn't know who hit her, and she didn't wake up until the morning after, so it is best to keep her in the dark about what happened. I understand she is your friend, but the fewer people who know about what happened, the better. Ryder already cut all ties with Marco's business associates. Everyone believes he is missing, and since Trent was thought dead all these years, no one knows about him. We took care of Marco's men upstairs and downstairs, and we cleaned every part of Darkness. No one knew he was at Darkness anyway since he flew in on his own plane unannounced to catch us off-guard. That shit blew up in his face."

I nodded my head; I understood this but hated talking about it. I didn't ask for details about that night, and I didn't want them. Marco and Trent were dead, and that was all I needed to know to feel safe. Any more information on how they died would make my current nightmares worse than they already were.

"There you go. Hair is all done so we can finally go collect our shoppin'!"

I groaned, Branna was the only person who would tackle Dublin's city centre on Christmas Eve. "I think the lads will understand if we have no presents for them to open tomorrow mornin' after everythin' that's happened this week."

Branna rounded on me and pinned me with a look that told me to shut my mouth, so I did. "I don't care if Jesus himself shows up at the door for dinner, we're collectin' those presents. Besides, everythin' is paid for, we just need to collect them, and that is final, understood?"

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