Post by Dominic Wolfe on Mar 1, 2011 22:48:17 GMT -5
Hot damn, but she made him fidget like a twelve year old caught red handed peeping in the girl’s locker room. She looked at him with those big, soulful eyes of hers and made him feel…fuck, man, was that shame? When the hell did he ever feel bullcrap like that? But when she looked into his eyes and asked that simple, innocent question, he couldn’t help it.
He actually felt guilt for what he had done, both in the past and the present. She made him wonder what life would be like, if that bitch who’d birthed him had really been a mother, and if he’d grown up in an apartment, rather than under old Dumpsters. Those innocent, questioning eyes…they made him want to reach over the table, and put his lips where that bottle was. She had such a cute little mouth; one that practically begged to be tasted—
It was hard, but he managed to stop himself from smacking himself.
Yeah, kiss her; tell her that he was some big, bad monster with a heart and let her save him. HA, he was friggin’ high! Ruthlessly, he shoved the thoughts aside and focused on what she was saying. Maybe he could convince himself that her prying was annoying, and he’d get pissed off. He wasn’t fuckin’ buzzed enough for this, for crying out loud. He’d just give her some sarcastic answer that would make her grumble at him, and that would be that.
Only, nobody seemed to tell his tongue the grand damn plan. Without a thought, he answered. “Because you didn’t deserve to die gunned down in no bookstore. That’s saved for guys like me.”
Fuck! his brain screamed. With a glance around them, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the room was still empty. Sure, he’d cleared them all out earlier that morning, but he had to be sure. If any one of his boys heard what he’d just said, they’d either have collective heart attacks…or spread the word. Words like those could make a guy seem soft. He, of all people, couldn’t afford to be soft.
In any form of the word.
But, even though his common sense was screaming those damned warnings on the top of its lungs, he couldn’t help but let his fingers brush hers when she reached for the bottle again. Shit, man…what the hell was it about this girl? If she was casting a spell on him, or something freaky-mojo like that, he was gonna rip her to pieces.
Keeping that mask of nonchalance on his face, Dom just shrugged at her next question. Hell, did she think that he kept a closet full of board games somewhere, just for guests like her? He just managed to stop himself from laughing at the thought.
“Not much, unless you count getting plastered, or listening to obnoxiously loud music. I dunno if you’ve noticed, beautiful, but this’ a bar. And when I’m not running it, I’m bashing peoples’ heads in for shits and giggles. To me, that’s a fuckin’ fun day.”
TAG - Belle
WORDS - a lot
NOTES - Rawr.
TUNES - the comedown, bring me the horizon
CREDIT - MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0
