you're coming with me || dom x reader

fifteen

** waiting game, banks

** this one is long...feel free to put this version on repeat; you'll thank me later...this shit's intense.

sirens blare through the streets of los angeles, which frighten you as you wake from your slumber. you creep down the hall to dom's room, you didn't want to be alone but you also didn't want him to be alone right now either.

tap. tap. "dom," you faintly call for him, being sure not to wake anyone else on your floor and not knowing if abby was actually on that floor or not. you stand there for a few moments, not really sure if he was even awake. slowly, you begin to walk back to your room. you hear a click, followed by two more. you turn to see him peeking out.

"y/n, what are you doing up, it's late," he's whisper yelling to you, it's kind of cute.

"sirens woke me up...now i can't sleep."

"c'mere," he tells you, and you do.

walking into the room...something is..different. it feels heavy, the smell of his cologne is strong but there's a faint scent in the mixture that you can't shake. he sits you down in the chair by the coffee table and pours you a glass of water, "here you go love."

"thank you...what are you still doing up," you ask him.

"no rest for the wicked, i guess," he says before drinking from his own glass...probably bourbon, you could smell it from across the table. you scan the room as you sit; the bathroom door is shut, but the light's still on.

"can i use the bathroom real quick?" you give him your doe eyes; he declines. "something with the handle is messed up, i've got to call their maintenance in the morning." his phone begins to ring, "stay put," he tells you.

what the fuck? he exits the room to step out in the hall.

you tip toe over to the door. of fucking course it's locked. you skim the room quickly for a key that fits. the drawers of the beside table was barely cracked open. you open it further to find what you were looking for "aha." you stick it into the slot and braced yourself for whatever you thought you'd find. but what you saw was what you didn't expect.

the bat tub was a basket for multiple pieces of bloodied material, you see a thick, black object barely covered by one of them: a carbine. your blood pumped through your veins and your hands began to sweat. a singular laptop with an encryption-covered screen sat on the counter by the sink with mini screens of multiple security footage angles. you backed up to the wall to take it in, but you nearly landed on your ass tripping over the bags that sat in a single file line.

"what the fuck," you separated the opening with your finger; you could've passed out. each bag was filled with multiple stacks of paper thin green material. probably more than you ever imagined. the bands wrapped around were marked, "100,000" you couldn't even begin to get words out. you had to get out. "shit."

you rushed to make sure everything was in its place, locking the bathroom door and throwing the key back in the drawer, and you run to your seat, taking a huge gulp of water. you try to settle your breath as you hear his card swipe to come back in. "sorry love, colson needed me for a bit. are you okay? look like you've seen a ghost." he sits down in front of you. you were beyond angry. how could he lie about something like this.

"where's you go off to last night? megan and i wanted to get dressed up for dates and i couldn't get a hold of you." you look into his eyes as you wait for his response.

"our boss called us to meet him. we had to discuss memphis' punishment for attacking you and nearly getting all of us caught." you nod, "ahh...okay."