Chapter 11 Dominic
DOMINIC
Andro might not have realized it, or maybe he did, but he’d just given me the perfect opportunity to see my mate at work.
I'd been obsessed with the idea of seeing Carmine in action ever since seeing him take down Webb.
I hadn't even seen much that night, just the aftermath of his work, but I did look through the file that Cord gave me.
My mate's work was impressive and extensive. I wanted to watch.
"So, how are we going to do this?" I asked. We were halfway through our drive, and we'd been quiet for most of it. Both of us were processing the fact that Andro likely knew about us. Which meant Cord also knew. Our time together before we had to face the consequences was a ticking time bomb.
It was only a matter of time before his uncle found out, and then all hell would break loose.
"Depends. If they are kids, we'll scare them a little and get rid of them. If they are drug addicts, we'll drop them off at the nearest clinic."
"And if they are gang members or other low-life types?"
Carmine leaned his head back on the headrest and turned toward me.
"That's when things get fun." His smile turned wicked, and a shot of lust coursed through my veins. I resisted the urge to put a hand to my hardening dick. I thought I kept my emotions under lock and key, but Carmine must’ve seen something in them because he smiled, and his gaze slid down my body.
"Well then, I'm hoping it's gang members," I said.
Carmine grinned, and his eyes lit up. "Me too."
Carmine pulled the car into the vacant lot, and the two of us exited the car. We both looked around, noting our surroundings. The lot was empty, just a few cars that had clearly been abandoned there.
"No one around," I said.
"Appears that way," Carmine agreed.
"I'll take your lead. Just tell me what you need from me."
Carmine stepped closer. He gripped my collar and pulled me in for a kiss. Once I was breathless and incredibly aroused, he pulled away. "Just stand there and look cute. I'll handle this." He patted my chest.
I didn't intend to actually do that, but watching Carmine at work was like watching Monet paint or Mozart compose. It was art.
We walked into the building and followed the muted shouts until we found a group of gang members standing around arguing about whatever the fuck. We didn’t care, and I didn’t bother to even decipher what they were saying.
One of them was a man wearing a leather jacket with spikes on the sleeves and a neck tattoo of a spider web. Only the spider only had seven legs. Maybe he couldn’t afford the eighth leg? Or maybe he’d never bothered to count.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asked. His eyes were bloodshot. Lack of sleep? Or drugs?
His comrades all flanked his side as if they were preparing for battle. It seemed we were going to see some action after all.
"Who I am is irrelevant. What I need is what's important."
The alpha's eyes turned lecherous as he looked my omega up and down. "Oh, I know what an omega like you needs." He gripped his crotch and thrust his hips forward. His friends laughed like it was the funniest thing they’d ever heard. Their argument from earlier was forgotten.
Carmine wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Hard pass. I need you and your friends to leave this property."
"Yeah, that's not happening. This is ours.” The alpha spread his arms wide, gesturing to the whole place like it was some sort of palace and not an old abandoned building that had seen better days.
"It's really not. The new owners want to have the place vacated. So you need to scram."
The alpha stepped closer to my mate, and it took all my strength not to pounce on the man and tear his arms off.
Carmine stood still, looking bored and not the least bit threatened.
"Yeah, that's not happening."
"Okay. That's fine." Carmine didn't give him another chance. He’d asked once, and that was all they were going to get. His fist flew quicker than my eyes could follow. The alpha folded over, his hands going to his throat as he coughed and struggled for air.
The men around him stared in shock. Then all of them snapped into action at once. Two pulled knives, while the other two came straight at him with their fists.
I went to intervene, but before I could take a step forward, Carmine had one of them on his ass and was pounding the other in the face. Blood spurted from the man's nose, and Carmine gripped his shoulder and kneed the man in the balls.
"Fuck!" The man was screaming as he fell to the ground.
The two alphas with knives came at him, so Carmine pulled his weapon and trained it on the one man's head.
He stopped in his tracks.
"Last chance," Carmine said.
Like the coward he was, the man turned and bolted. The other man with the knife decided to try his luck against Carmine. He didn't get a chance to regret it. Carmine pulled the trigger and the man crumpled.
"Clean shot," I said.
Carmine turned to me and winked. "Of course."
We still had the two others to deal with. The first alpha who got the throat punch clambered to his feet. His eyes blazed with anger. He pulled a switch blade from his pocket.
“May I?” I asked.
Carmine tilted his head and waved his hand in a “go ahead” gesture.
I pulled my weapon and fired my gun twice. One shot to his belly and another to his leg, bringing him down.
“That’s not a clean shot.” Carmine shook his head and tsked.
“I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” I had no regrets.
Carmine smirked, and a slight blush crawled across his cheeks. He lifted his gun and fired, hitting the alpha between the eyes.
The last man scrambled to his feet and took off. We let him run.
“As much as I would love to let the asshole suffer and bleed out, I don’t really want to spend the next twenty minutes here, making sure he dies.”
I chuckled to myself and then stepped closer to the most perfect man in the world.
My deepest desires in omega form, right in front of me.
He still held his gun. He was a dangerous man who could probably take me out without me even suspecting a thing.
I knew he wouldn't. I trusted he wouldn't. No matter what.
Even if he got a direct order from his family to get rid of me.
I knew it, because it was the same for me. He was my most important thing. "I love you."
He snorted a laugh and looked at me oddly. "Really? And this is how you wanted to tell me? When I'm standing here with brain matter splattered on my shirt?"
He didn't actually have any blood on him. Maybe a little on his knuckles from where he punched the guy, but the shot had been clean. "Yeah. I just thought you should know. I'm in awe of you. I love you."
His cheeks flushed a deep red, and he looked away.
I hooked a finger under his chin and forced him to look at me. "Are you embarrassed?"
The glare he shot me was more deadly than his aim. "No! I just... I... No one's ever told me that before. Being an omega...in this world, with the families we have... No one wants an omega that could kill them a dozen different ways. They want meek and mild, smart, but not deadly."
"I want you. Exactly as you are. Deadly knife throwing, deadly aim, deadly sexy."
"Deadly sexy?"
"Yeah, cause when you aren't in my arms, I feel like I might die, and when you are in my arms, you steal my breath. I'd gladly suffocate if it meant looking at you while I left this earth."
Carmine's eyes widened. "Fuck, Dom. I had no idea poetry was one of your skills."
"I love you," I said again.
Carmine stepped in my embrace and put his arms around my neck. His hips were flush with mine, and I could feel the heat of his arousal. "I love you, too."
I sensed his reluctance, even though he tried to hide it.
There was so much for us to figure out. So much for our families to have to accept for us to be together.
"Let me take you home, get this brain matter off you, and pamper you like you deserve. Then I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock."
He snorted. "Shouldn't you suck mine? I did all the work here."
"Yeah, but don’t think I don't know how much you enjoy it. It will be a treat for you."
There went that blush again. He looked away but kept his arms around my neck. "It’s unnerving how much you see me."
"You can trust me with your heart, Carmine. Above all else, that I know to be the most true. I would never ever do anything to hurt you."
"I know.” His voice was soft and quiet. “And that might be the scariest thing ever."
"It is."