Dominic Aritello

Chapter 9

Xaralea
Present

I sat in the front passenger seat as Dominic drove and Alicio sat in the back seat, manspreading his male ego everywhere. "So what did you want?" I looked over to Dominic.

"I want us to get to know each other better." He mumbled and I glanced into the rear view seeing that Alicio had no visible reaction to his words.

"Why...you're leaving in two weeks and I'm sorry to say but I want nothing to do with you or Edward Cullen back there." I taunted referring to Alicio's pale skin. It was clear he wasn't Italian and lacked a tan. He was used to living in the cold. Maybe Alaska since he traveled from America. Or Canada if he decided to cross the border.

"I know a few ways you can get my blood flowing again if you have such a problem with my skin." Alicio retorted and my mouth opened then closed in shock. "Cat got your tongue?" His head tilted as he stared at me.

"Alicio" Dominic said his name as a warning and he instantly complied. "How long are you supposed to be working with my brother?" He questioned and I shrugged.

"Until I drain enough money out of his pockets." I joked half-heartedly. Unfortunately they did not find it funny. I cleared my throat after the silence watching as we pulled into the parking lot of a warehouse.

"Do you mind getting the package on the stairs in that building for me?" He suddenly turned to me and I scoffed.

"Do I look like your servant?"

"You look like a slut." His eyes dropped between my legs and I took that as a sign to get my ass out of his car, even if I did have to walk my ass home.

Whatever. This doesn't mean anything. I hopped out and slammed the door shut behind me. I walked up to the building tracing my finger over the doorframe to check for any traps before I opened the door.

The warehouse was well lit and the stairs were across the room. I began walking there when the power cut off, submerging me in darkness.

"How lovely." I grumbled and continued walking across the floor until I bumped into the stairs. I spun around as a clatter sounded and I became silent.

I stepped away from the stairs again when glass broke closer to me. I began walking towards the entrance quietly but then I heard footsteps and my heartbeat raced. Everything went quiet and still for a few seconds and it was enough for me to make a run for it. I'm uninterested in fighting what I can't see.

I dashed past two of the crates when someone grabbed my arm and swung me into another hard body. I twisted out of his hold and went into the opposite direction running straight into someone else. His hands circled my waist, nails digging into my exposed sides.

"LET GO YOU PERV" I grunted and threw my head back hitting him right in the nose.

Another grabbed at me as soon as the first let me go with a cry. I stomped on his foot hard, turned and threw a punch to which he either dodged or it was too dark for me to throw a straight punch and I missed. His hand gripped my shirt tightly and I pulled away hearing the fabric tear off my body.