Rainbow Six Siege: Complications

Chapter 3 (cont): Hell's Angel

A lot of things changed in two years, but at the same time, a lot of things didn't. You were still using from time to time, still short on money, still having problems with your father, and still trying to work your way out. You got and changed jobs, none of them lasting more than a couple of months, and you were unemployed again. Money seemed to slip through your fingers much too fast, but you couldn't see that it was your own expenditure on drugs and alcohol that led to an empty wallet. It hurt when you tried to quit, it was tearing you apart from the inside and you felt as if you'd die. You couldn't bring yourself to go to rehab.

But aside from the bad stuff, there were lots of breath of fresh air in your life too, and many of them were related to Dominic. He gave you a place to stay, a place to sleep and eat, and even if he didn't ask for any, you compensated him with the only way you could. You were friends with benefits, roommates, but also so alone in each of your own rights. You never imagined him to be such a private person, keeping whatever secrets he had well-hidden and out of sight, although it did help that you weren't one to pry. You grew closer with each passing day, and his companionship made you feel somewhat okay again.

As for things on the club side, Lukas finally got what he deserved and went behind the bars. It was a great riddance, really. Scum like him was sure to be caught one day, although you worried about what would happen when his time would be done. The club now elected Henrich as the new president and the man was happily married just this past year to his long-term girlfriend. The club took on an entire different atmosphere under Henrich's organization, there were more businesses and parties, less blood-shed, but also more high-risk reward trades. You remember counting cash in the cashroom until dawn, and staring at mountains of cocaine and various drugs as well as an overloaded armory. For a while, everything felt like it was going to be okay again, but you still stayed with Dom, either out of habit or your growing affection towards him. You even began to look differently at him, less like a stud for you to use, more like a man whom you found at times very enjoyable to be around.

You remember all the little moments when you thought you caught sight of the true Dominic, the time when you sang for him an old country song you heard on the radio once called Bandit of Love, and he called you out for making his ears bleed, and you laughed and wrestled him for his rude comment. You remember feeling fucking depressed and standing in the rain soaking yourself, wanting to end everything, but Dom told you how stupid you were as he pulled you back into the room and left you alone to yourself. He didn't want anything from you, it seemed, and a part of you were glad that he didn't because it meant he wasn't using you, but another part of you hoped you meant something to him, even if a little.

"Dom," You asked him once while in his arms, feeling his heartbeat calm down after sex, "Who are you, really?"

"Some guy in a motorcycle club."

"I think you're more than that." You flipped on top of him and let your hair create a safe space around your faces. "Why did you do that to your brother?"

He looked at you with the usual smirk, "Why did you shoot your father?"

You had injured the old man a long time ago before you left the house forever, but you didn't see how it was relevant. Perhaps he was only evading your question.

"Easy, because he was an asshole to me. All my life."

"Then you have your answer."

You smiled and kissed him deeply, "You're untamed, I like that."

"Speak for yourself." He said, and his hands wandered up your backside. His touch created ripples throughout your body.

"We make a good pair, don't we?" You said with great curiosity of how he'd respond.