you're coming with me || dom x reader

twenty-eight

** i'm not a woman, i'm a god, halsey

this shit ends tonight.

and my face said it all. i could feel my own demeanor change, "memphis, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"for me to know and for you to stay the fuck out of, what else."

fucking cringe dude, my laughter is barely contained as an unamused giggle escapes my mouth. "i put a lot of thought into our first encounter, you know?"

"ahh, is that so? figured you let me take you on before i bring you to boss and your fucking loverboy?" ew, what the fuck.

"oh memphis...honestly," i check out his frame as i inch closer, looking for any weapon, a lesson well learned from past experience and...ah ha, "i've thought about you," i press my fingertips against his chest, and lean into his ear, "and the way you punch like a fucking girl." i grab the gun from his holster and quickly aim for his temple as the barrel connects to it, stunning him instantly. he stumbled back a bit as blood drips down the sides of his face. "you...you bitch," he can't focus, "you think you're a martyr who can save him?" his swaying and swatting makes me want to piss myself in laughter.

holy shit, i just pistol-whipped his burley ass. "see memphis, there's a couple things you need to know about me," i run up on him, in a hurry...because i am. my fist connects between his eyes, i can hear a small break as my ring breaks his bridge, "you're right," my other lunges into his sternum, "i am a bitch," he falls to his knees not being able to catch his breath, there's a perfect opening, i press my flat shoe against his crotch "and he is my lover boy," i bend forward as i press harder; "i'm no martyr," he whimpers like a little puppy, "i'm a fraud," he winces as my shoe forces his parts against concrete, "i'm not a fan of your malicious intent," my forehead forcefully connects to his nose, breaking it further, "and lately, i've felt like a fucking woman," i reach for the stiletto in my dress, "but i'm no fucking woman." he reaches out violently to hit me, somewhere, he's too stunned out of his fucking mind to know, i grab his wrist as tightly as i can. i can feel my nails digging into his flesh; his wincing fuels my ego. i kneel to his level as i twist his arm until i know it's close to breaking. his eyes are dark, his bridge is swelling, he keeps trying to say something, and i know the pain is too much for this big fucker, i thought he'd have more fight in him than this. i clench strongly to my broken shoe piece as i recall every moment from the night of the award show, i feel my pulse in my wrist, my tongue presses against my cheek, my color floods my face, i strike him vastly in the neck, not deep enough to kill him but enough to definitely shut him the fuck up. the second the heel penetrated his skin, my hand bathed in his blood, and i feel warm liquid covet parts of my body my dress wouldn't dare cover.

"i'm a fucking god, memphis." lick the trace of blood from my lips, and return it to him with a forceful launch of saliva.

his eyes dilate rapidly as he can almost no longer support his own balance. i give him a nudge as a snatch him by the hem of his dirty blazer and throw him to the side and i stand up right, wiping his filthy blood from my hands. i check my phone for the time.

fuck it's almost nine.

i search his unconscious body for his keys, and as soon as i feel a plastic box on a ring, i book it. i've pressed the lock button about a thousand times to listen for an alarm but i've got nothing, but it's not slowing me down. i reach for my phone as i keep running the way i came from.

"megan, can you locate memphis' vehicle? i've got the keys and he's in the alley."

"y/n, i can try but it will take a minute, wait. in the alley? how'd you get his,"

"no time megan!"

"right, keep pressing the buttons, it's giving a signal every time it tries to pick up the car and eventually you'll be close enough...there it is! okay keep going straight for half a block and when you come up on broad street, go left."