chasing angels ・❥・Brian O'Connor fic

fifty three ・❥・ female rage

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Lolas pov...

The way LA worked was that after a race, usually organised by Braga, you would go to an underground sketchy club. When Compos told us where to head to, I didnt give it a second thought. But when we arrived and the bouncer who snuck me in for years recognised me, I knew I was in for it.

"I told you not to ever come to this place," Dom snapped at me as if I was a freaking child.

"I know." I threw back with a roll of my eyes.

"So how often did you come here?"

I gave him a light shrug. "I've only been here a few times," I lied, leaving out the fact that I'd been to the club too many times since I was fifteen.

It was the same club I dragged Brian too, the same place I swore him not to tell Dom about. It was the exact same, still sketchy as hell. The only thing that had changed about it was that Braga supposedly owned it now.

"A few times?" Dom poked with a scowl. "And the bouncer still recognises you from years ago?"

"I'm unforgettable."

My brother dropped it after throwing another scowl my way. It wasn't my fault he hardly paid attention to me from the ages of fifteen to nineteen. If anything he should've been pissed at himself, not me. He was the idiot that was oblivious to some of the trouble I'd gotten myself into.

Dom rolled his eyes at me, making a smirk ghost my lips. He was so easy to wind up. My lips parted, ready to piss him off more, but then suddenly, my eyes locked onto him. Playing pool, girls surrounding him, and he was eating up every fucking second of it. I wanted to gouge out the eyes of the blonde hanging onto him.

And once again I was hit with a suffocating wave of deja vu. Once again I was standing in a room, watching him with so much jealousy and anger it made me sick.

He had a stupid grin on his face, one I wanted to smack off of him. But instead, I kept my eyes narrowed on him. I wasn't stooping to his level, I wasn't going to cause a scene, if he wanted to screw I'd let him. He wasn't going to get an ounce of my attention, he wasn't even going to exist to me.

Who the fuck did he think he was? Was he that stupid? There wasn't a woman alive who could give him better than what he had. Me.

I trusted him, I always had. I was secure enough within myself to know he wouldn't cheat. He wouldn't dare to. But the petty jealous games? It pissed me the hell off. He was screwing me over, trying to get back at me for going against him and what he wanted. But I wouldn't bow down to anyone- he knew that. He couldn't force me to do anything, the harder anyone tried, the harder I'd push back. He knew I wasn't going to let go of what happened.

He glanced up and my eyes were the first thing his locked onto. Even in a crowded room, we were always stupidly drawn towards each other, we kept finding each other first. And it was fucking annoying.

With a bored roll of my eyes I trailed after Dom, ignoring Brian all together. I didn't have time for all his bullshit, not when I had finally gotten in. Paranoia was still haunting me, making me look over my shoulder every damn minute. The chances of someone recognising me from the crash were slim, but there was still a chance, and somehow nothing ever seemed to work in my favour.

The second I saw a waiter, I snatched a shot from the tray and tipped it up to my lips. I could still feel his judgy little eyes on me, probably throwing daggers my way. But so what? I needed tequila, or whatever the hell I just drank in my system.