His Thickest Desire

Chapter Eighteen

Sooooo I hate my new job. Lol.
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This was the first time Dominic was ever rewarded for someone else's violence.

"You know that I wasn't the one that punched him, right?"

"But you, my friend, were the reason it happened. So, you indirectly laid hands on him. That deserves to be rewarded. And Ray was busy tonight, so you'll have to drink his share." Dominic laughed as Maurice slid a shot glass in front of him. They clanked their glasses together and drank.

As soon as Maurice heard the news of Mario's well-deserved injuries, he insisted on celebrating. That's how Dominic found himself sitting on a barstool watching the crowd get thicker as the hour went on. It was Friday night, after all.

"I don't know." He shrugged as he thanked the bartender. "Part of me feels bad because he's Luis' brother. Then, another part feels bad because I didn't do it myself."

A loud "HA" came from Maurice as he started laughing, catching the attention of several people around them.

"Listen, Dom." Maurice placed a hand on his shoulder as he wiped a tear from his eye. "Mario doesn't matter. Really. If Luis' parents like you, and he likes you, which he obviously does, you're good. You guys are practically made for each other, anyway."

"You think so?"

Maurice snorted. "You two look gorgeous together. Don't act like you don't see it." He took another shot.

Dominic looked down at his full glass. "This is some powerful shit, huh?"

The two of them spent the next few hours in the bar's corner drinking (re: Maurice drinking) and sharing old stories. Dominic always enjoyed the time he spent with Luis, but he never realized how much he needed time with his old friend, someone who knew his entire story, who was there for it, and never judged him. He also thoroughly enjoyed watching Maurice get drunk. It wasn't a sight he saw often, and he asked the bartender where he could purchase the bottle himself.

Dominic made his way to the bathroom after a few of Maurice's friends from the firehouse approached them. The four of them were large men, as big as Dominic, one even larger, but they were friendly, and he appreciated that. But he reached his socializing limit.

As he left the bathroom, he noticed a familiar face walk past him—a face he's been wanting to kick a dent in for months. He followed the blonde, curly-haired man down an empty hallway that led to the alley. He opened the door as soon as it closed behind the man. Within seconds, he was snatched by the front of his t-shirt and thrown against the brick wall. Sean's eyes were the iciest blue he had ever seen with a crazed look in the center.

"You're so predictable. Just like every other piss poor, hoodrat child." His voice was a sturdy whisper, sharp against the quiet of the alley.

"And you're batshit crazy. Just like every other blonde-hair, blue-eyed white man." He growled back as he elbowed Sean's nose, pushing him against the opposite wall.