you're coming with me || dom x reader

twenty-one

** mad woman, taylor swift

"y/n..." he cracks a small smile even as he sits there, covered in blood. "hey, you," you whimper out before bursting into a fit of tears. "y/n!" megan's heels clack vastly behind you before she tackled you. "don't do that, you bitch!" she wipes her tears before slapping your arm. dominic's arms covet your shaking body, the feeling of his thumb caressing your head through your hair soothes you. "i'm so fookin' glad you're okay," his whispers mixed with cries as he held you.

"fuck man," colson mutters out, he's inspecting the needle marks on the backs of your and megan's arm. "we need to get you two back to the room so i can clean these up," his focus shifts to the gashes in your faces. "megan, we need to call gerald. he'll help us get this shit up, but we need a story for him. because if yon or memphis find out, we're fooked."

memphis? your head snaps back to dominic as he's unaware that you heard his mutters, "he's just another role, why does he matter?" dom helps you up, and takes you out of the room first. "he's yon's right hand man, not just a tight-wad underboss."

"and yon is...?"

"the boss," he states. "i feel like if kells and i just call him 'boss' much longer, i'll want to wrap my head around a fookin' totem pole." he presses the buttons as you two wait for the elevator doors to open. megan and colson follow closely behind, abby's room key stuffed into his pocket.

"you really scared me," you hear him say as the four of you stand in silence between the four walls. you look to him in disbelief, "what?" he swats at the side of his nose to disguise his sniffle. he presses the key to your floor.

not much was said after that. megan checked you for any other cuts or bruises and you couldn't help but fiddle with your blood-coaxed clothes. as fucked up as it sounds, you couldn't help but sneak a peek at dominic as he stood on the other side of the elevator, and even with the dry blood splattered and trickled on his skin and clothes, you had to clamp your legs shut.

colson kept his hand at the small of megan's back as they headed back to their room

"when i first met you, like..after all the..yeah okay, i didn't think that my plan to actually have the chance to experience the love everyone else fantasizes to have. but that night in the pool something happened," he sits you down in the tainted lounge chair of his hotel room and heads over to the linen table, pulling out a small cloth to go wet it with warm water.

"..and y/n, i was fookin' scared out of my mind. i feared the urge to kiss your lips, i feared the glisten in those y/e/c doe eyes you gave me. even with abby, i never fookin' felt that way. i was hopeful that i could, but once i knew it wouldn't happen, i broke my own heart well before she did. but looking at you through the broken waves, watching your hair wrap your presence and that damn smile of yours..it was greater than being in celestial presence."

you could feel the heat rise in your cheeks as he spoke in his own broken language about love. "s'might sting a bit, love," he warns before wringing out the cloth and dabbing it in some of the expensive alcohol he'd surprisingly hadn't touched yet. a million tiny stings light up your exposed skin; a hiss escapes your mouth as you try to stay still.

"sorry," he kisses your hand as he continues working on the wound. "your love frightens me...you don't care about the person i was..or am. you excuse the most of my ridiculed behavior when you certainly should not. i'm afraid that i've destroyed to sole rose who chose to stay alive in my garden," he moves a small strand of hair out of your face so it doesn't stick to the wound, "and that's so fookin' admirable."

you couldn't help but swoon over his attempt to play colson's role. "you fix people up often?" your eyes soften as you attempt to keep him calm. his frown breaks into a soft smile, not being able to withstand your humor, "kells will be in in a few do really get it done." your comforted by his touch as he kind of just sits there in front of you, taking in every inch of your appearance, holding your hands tight but gently as the pads of his thumbs graze the backs of your hands. "you frighten me, y/n."