I saluted her. "Yes, Mother."
She chuckled as she kissed my shoulder. She bumped Dominic with her hip as she passed him at my bedroom door, which made him smile. He looked over his shoulder and watched her go, which led to me taking off my shoe and throwing it at him. It clocked him right in the head and caused him to yelp.
"You fucking bitch, what was that for?" Dominic snapped when he turned to face me.
"Lookin' at me sister's arse, you pervy bastard!" I growled.
I heard Branna's laughter come from down the hallway, and it made Dominic grin as he rubbed his head and walked towards my bed. "Why do you and Branna always aim for my head when you throw things at me?" he asked when he all but fell on top of me.
I grunted and tried to move him, but he wouldn't budge. "We're tryin' to literally knock some sense into you."
Dominic laughed as he climbed up beside me and pulled me close to him. He was quiet for a moment then said, "Damien booked his flight."
I frowned; Damien was going back to America one last time to say goodbye to Nala. He knew he couldn't have her taken out of Trent's marked grave, because it would raise too many questions, so the best he could do was ignore the gravestone that was engraved for Trent and lay fresh flowers for her.
He said he was coming back to Ireland; he promised me he would. He just never promised when and that made me sad because I knew deep down it wouldn't be anytime soon.
"You know he is goin' to be gone away for a while, right?" I murmured to Dominic.
He nodded his head. "I know, he won't come back here for a few years at least, but if it helps him sort out his head then good for him."
"What if he never comes back?" I whispered and clamped my mouth shut when my voice shook.
Dominic squeezed. "He will come back; this is our home, Bronagh. We're his family… plus, Lana is here and even though she kicked him in the nuts yesterday when he tried to say sorry for what he had done; he will still come back for her. Kicking him in the nuts just put the final stamp on things. No girl will measure up to her now."
I snorted. "I still can't believe she did that. I understand it but still can't believe it."
"I don't know what it is about my family but once a girl knocks us about, we set our sights on them. You're a prime example of that, you mouthed off at me from day one and slapped me when I tried to get a spider off your ass-"
I elbowed him in the stomach cutting him off. "You're a lying piece of crap. You were trying to feel me arse, not wipe anythin' off it!"
Dominic shrugged and chuckled. "I love that phat ass."
I rolled my eyes and said, "I invited Gavin over for Christmas Eve drinks tonight after our family dinner so you have to be on your best behaviour or you won't get any fat arse again."
He grunted. "You mean I'm not allowed to pound on any guy that gets close to you? Not even your friend?"
I looked up to him and smiled. "When Christmas holidays are over, and we're back in school, you can target and pound on Jason Bane all you like."
Dominic burst out laughing. "I love you, babe, even though you're a bit of an evil bitch."
I rolled my eyes and traced my fingers over his abs. "I love you too, babe, even though you turned my world upside down."
"But in a good way, right?"
I smiled and looked up at him. "In the best way."
He winked, which made me snort and say, "Cocky bastard."
He suddenly flipped me over then and smirked down at me, his dimples waving at me as he said, "I'll show you something cocky, pretty girl."
I screamed with laughter making Dominic grin when he tried to get his hands into my trousers.
"Don't even think about it, Nico. We're leavin' the house in thirty seconds so leave her alone!" Branna's voice shouted from downstairs.
Dominic groaned as he fell next me and grunted. "Your sister is a huge fucking cock block."
I snorted, and leaned over kissing his cheek. "I'll be back soon."
"You better," Dominic grunted as I jumped up from the bed and headed downstairs to my impatient big sister.
"We're fucking starving," Dominic groaned for the tenth time since Branna and I got home from town an hour ago. While we prepared dinner, we gave the lads the jobs of wrapping the presents from them to other people that we had picked up for them. I checked on them a few times and found each grown man either complaining about the wrapping present process or popping the bubbles on the bubble wrap we gave them.
"If you complain one more time you won't be gettin' any dinner," I snapped to Dominic as I poured the gravy into our gravy boat.
I felt hands on my hips and a kiss on the back of my neck. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"I've never heard you apologise so fast before." Branna laughed from my right.
"He will apologise at the speed of light if his * and food are threatened," Damien said.
I growled as I looked over my shoulder to the blond-haired Slater brother. "You're disgustin'."
Damien smiled as much as his still swollen face would allow. "You still love me."