Scared To Love You Again

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Damian

"Dom!" I banged on the door at least three times. I know he's home, his car is parked outside. Usually he parks in the garage. "Fuck this." I pull out my tool to pick through the keyhole. The door unlocks, giving me access to Nico's apartment. I roam through the living room where there's a bunch of empty whisky bottles all over the place. I checked the bathrooms, his patio, the kitchen, the bar yet still... he's nowhere to be found. I go upstairs to check his spare bedroom. Nothing. Library. Fucking nothing.
So I pause for a minute and think the obvious. Duh, Damian.

I knocked at his master bedroom. "Dom, open the door." I demanded and knocked again. "Dom!" The door swings open and look who the fuck it is. Alana The Slut Bucket. Great.

"Damian." She smirks. "Mm, what a shame. It could've been you since it's your birthday and all."

Rolling my eyes, "I don't have time for you Alana. Get the fuck on. Don't make me say it twice."

She gulps hard and gathers her things from the bedside. At first I didn't care how her husband felt about his slutty ass wife giving up pussy to everyone. I've met him a couple time. Decent man. Loyal as fuck. Now, I feel for him and hope he's slanging dick to whoever comes his way. Alana finally gets herself together and exits the premises.

I stare blankly at the bed where Domenico lies. He's laid out shirtless in his draws with a bunch of used condoms around the bed. "Dom." He just groans.

"Ah, man." I spread open his blacked out curtains to get some sunlight into the room. He instantly wakes up and flips himself over away from the bright light. "The fuck you living like a vampire or something? Get up."

"Ughhh. For what?" His eyes are dark and he smells like a typical drunk you find sprawled out somewhere in an alley. He sits up and reaches for another whiskey bottle. "Non ha senso." (There's no point.)

I snatched the bottle from him. "Guardati. Sembri una merda." (Look at you. You look like shit.)

"Mi sento come una merda." He admits. (I feel like shit.)

"Sono sicuro. Hai bottiglie vuote dappertutto, mi stai lasciando messaggi ubriachi e hai scopato la cameriera?" (I'm sure. You got empty bottles all over the place, you're leaving me drunk messages and you fucked the maid?)

"Please, fratello. Smettila di parlare come se non fossi in quel pezzo di culo prima." (Stop talking like you weren't in that piece of ass before.)

"Regretfully so, but we're not talking about me. Dom, this ain't like you, man. I understand y'all broke up but what the fuck happened?"

..........

Flashback to Monday night at the Romano's
Domenico's pov

"Enjoy y'all night." Was the last thing Damian said before he walked out. The look he gave me when Imani opened her big mouth about his murderous rampage was filled with hatred yet painful. He knows I would never spill his bullshit to an outsider. I wouldn't even inform our parents about the escapades that goes on between my brothers.

Imani clears her throat. "Well... that was... something."

"Are you serious?" I ask displeased with her reaction. "That's all you can say?"

"What?"

I raise to my feet. "What the fuck you mean "what"?"

"Domenico." My mother warns, raising to her feet as well. Along with the rest of the table, but they all know I would never raise a hand to a woman.

"Your sister just ran out of here crying, because of you and you tried to air out Damian. My fuckin' brother, Imani! Are you fuckin' crazy??? Are you stupid or something? Huh??"

She looks like she's about to cry. Like she's scared of me, but right now I'm too pissed off to care. "I didn't mean it... I... baby.." she tries to grab for my hand but I snatch it away.

I'm so disgusted, I don't wanna even be near her right now. "Please, Imani." I walk towards my parents, leaving a kiss to my mother's cheek and patting my father's shoulders as a form of saying goodbye. Telling my brothers I'll see them later. Leaving the dining room and on my way out the door, I make eye contact with Alana who's dusting the furniture and plants a devilish grin on her face.

"Domenico, baby, please don't go. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that I was just trying to get Leila to understand-

I snapped myself around to face her. "So you go about it by airing out Damian's dirty laundry to your sister?? Something you weren't even supposed to know in the first fuckin' place!! Now my brother probably thinks I'm running all over the place, telling his business. Did you think about that? I've done everything for you and this is how you repay me!?! I gave you one instruction. Just one. I told you if you ever opened your mouth, tesoro, that we were done. Did you think I was joking?"

"You don't mean that, Domenico, please." She whined.

"I don't? You're gonna dictate my life too?" Tears begin to fall out her eyes. "Wh- what.. the fuck... were you thinking, Imani? Can you answer that?"

She grows silent.

"Exactly, you can't. You don't think. You do. You do whatever comes to your mind and act on it. Not realizing that you intentionally just tried to break your own sister's heart again and you sat there. Like nothing happened." I chuckled shaking my head. "I don't know this woman. This... you... the Imani I thought I knew was kind and considerate. Well, at least towards me, but now I know." I said harshly, continuing towards the door.

"Noooo no no no no. Domenico, I'm not what you say I am."

I spin back around to her. "You're right! That's the fuckin' problem. I don't know you. You're a fuckin' stranger." Was the last thing I said before walking out the front door and slamming it behind me. Starting my car up, I look out the window to see Imani chasing after me.

"Nico, please!!" She shouted. Not wanting to be anywhere near her I pulled off.