Dominick Jakson Archer.
Archer. The worlds most feared word.
Dominick is a dangerous, dominant, aggressive, ruthless, and heartless soul after the tragic death of his best friend... his mother. He toys with girls and breaks their hearts in an instan...
I wake up with Lyla on my chest, sleeping peacefully. Normally I'd leave girls, but not Lyla. Not her.
Though, it would be a perfect time for-
"OW!" she shouts.
"Sorry!" I sit up.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?! WHAT WAS THAT?!" she holds her arm.
"Well..." I hesitate say. "Anyone involved with an Archer gets a tracker put in them"
"YOU ARE INSANE!!" she gets off the bed and changes into her clothes.
I roll my eyes. "You're fine, doll"
"THIS WON'T EVEN LAST EITHER! THREE MONTHS! I DON'T NEED A TRACKER!!" she stomps. "ARE YOU MENTAL?!"
"ARE YOU GONNA KEEP TALKING?!" I push her into the wall and she groans. "BECAUSE I SUGGEST YOU DO!"
"You're sick" she spits.
"Only for you, doll" I smirk.
"And bipolar" she rolls her eyes.
"QUIT!" I raise my hand up and she raises an eyebrow.
"I need to get back home. I'd appreciate it if you let go of my arms" she refers to my hard grip on her arms that will leave a bruise. I growl and let go. "Hm" she scoffs and grabs her phone and keys, leaving the house.
"Was that Lyla?" Evelyn walks in.
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"And what's it to you?" I snap.
"Nothing" she sits on my bed.
"Would you GET THE FUCK OUT?!" I stand tall.
"Look, Dominick" she stands up. "You're a good looking kid-"
"I'm nineteen, Ev" I roll my eyes.
She chuckles. "Right, but she seems... dark"
"What are you saying? Date you? Opposite of her?" I burst out laughing.
"Yes" she says.
I stop laughing once I realize his serious she is. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Well, now you know" she shrugs.
"Know what?" I raise an eyebrow.
"That I like you?" she laughs.
I clear my throat. "Look, I had a crush on you until I was nine-"
"Then you went all psycho" she hums.
"Not only that, we're fucking cousins" I smack my forehead.
"Not by blood! Sabrina and my mom just considered themselves our aunts" she says. "I know I'm twenty two and you're nineteen, but I like you, Dominick" she sighs and leaves the room.
