My eyes were wide. "Oh, my God, where did he get a gun from?" I asked.
Dominic shrugged. "The compound we lived in never kept weapons or product onsite because we got raided a lot, but my guess is he swiped the licensed gun Marco kept in his office. After it was knocked out of Trent's hand it somehow ended up in Damien's hand, and that was when I started to panic. I still remember crying like a bitch for him to throw the gun away and that we weren't like our dad or Marco. He was listening to me as well until Trent laughed at me and called me a bitch like our dad, who deserved to be six feet under with lead in his head. Trent had already knocked Nala off him so when Damien fired the gun and hit Trent, she was safe from a follow through bullet. Trent was hit either in his heart or his shoulder. I couldn't tell because the blood that came from his wound soaked his shirt, so I couldn't pinpoint where he was hit. He wasn't moving so I guess Damien got him with one shot." Dominic shook his head then and cleared his throat. "Shit hit the fan after that. Everything went by fast, Marco had his boys clear the courtyard and wash away Trent's blood while he called the doctor, but it was too late. We were told he was already dead by the time the doc got there. Ryder being the oldest out of us met with Marco to 'discuss' things. Ryder, Kane and Alec were already involved in the business but after Dame killed Trent, they we in even deeper. We weren't stupid; we knew that the meeting with Ryder and Marco was to keep us all alive. When Ryder came out of Marco's office he told us Damien was safe, but we had to work for that safety. I knew Marco wouldn't give anything unless he received something out of the deal, so I was game for working once I knew it would keep Dame safe."
I was surprised when he snorted but didn't interrupt him.
"I was expecting to run product and sell it or some shit like that, but Marco had certain 'jobs' for us all set out. I was apparently his main man; he is really into gambling and making his money in an exciting way, and it was around that time that underground fighting got big. He wanted a fighter in the underground to represent him, and after he watched the CCTV of me kicking Trent's ass that's what I became. We have been to more countries than I can remember in the last three and half years. It seems every couple of months Marco calls me and tells me about a new underground circuit that he wants me to represent him in."
I gripped onto him as I felt my heart hammer into my chest. "He can call you whenever and tell you to leave here at any time to go to a different country to fight then, right? If he has done it in the past then he can do it again-"
"Bronagh!" Dominic snapped and shook me. "Listen to me very carefully, I am not leaving you. Ireland is the last country I am fighting in. I already told Marco this, and he has agreed because he was getting bored with my fights since I always win. Apparently it's not exciting unless I have an even match, and I'm fighting like an animal to please him. We're all getting released from him after my current circuit is over. Another few weeks, and it's all done with."
I sat up and just looked at him. "So that's it? Marco is going to let your family off the hook that easily? Damien killed his nephew."
Dominic shrugged. "Men like Marco don't care about family or honour. He knew that Ryder was planning to get us out of New York whether Damien wanted to leave or not, and after Trent was killed it was the perfect pitch for him to play and keep us with him."
I pulled a face. "I hate him already, and I haven't even met him."
Dominic pulled my head down to his. "You won't ever meet him either."
I nodded my head. "Good."
He brushed a light kiss over my mouth before pulling back. "Do you understand why I do what I do now?" he asked.
I nodded. "You're protectin' your brother."
Dominic kissed my forehead. "I knew you would understand once I told you everything."
I gave him a hard look. "That is everythin', right? There is nothin' else you're keepin' from me?"
Dominic shook his head. "You know everything about my past, most of it isn't even mine, it's Damien's, but you still know about it."
I nodded my head and released a huge breath. "I do understand it, but I'm still processin' it. It's a big pill to swallow."
Dominic rubbed my crossed legs. "I know, baby."
I remained quiet for a moment then asked, "Are you and Damien goin' to school as a cover for the 'family business' to make your family look normal?"
Dominic snorted. "No, we want to go to school. It's the only normal thing in our lives that we can control."
I nodded my head then thought of his brothers.
"What do the other lads do for Marco if you fight for him?"
Dominic chewed on his lip before he said, "Kane is his debt collector and what Marco calls his bruiser. If someone is late on payments or just in need of a 'talking' to, then Kane is the man Marco sends in to get the job done."
I gasped. "But Kane is lovely!"
Dominic grinned a little. "You've seen his scars, he didn't get them from being lovely."