Dominic

"Which is exactly why this is going to blow up in your face, we know all the tricks of your trades. Each one of my brothers knows the ins and outs of how you do business; they do all your work while you sit back and reap the rewards. You would be nothing without them!"

"Nothing?" Marco roared. "Who the fuck built up this empire? Me!"

Damien snorted. "You and my dad until it went to your heads. His head is full of lead now and, trust me when I say, soon so will yours."

Marco looked like he was about to clock Damien until he chuckled and shook his head then glanced to Trent and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess this side of him was what that little chinky bitch loved so much."

I furrowed my eyebrows because I had no clue who or what he was talking about and neither did Damien. Trent snorted at our expressions and said, "She only liked him for his hair colour, which is exactly why I put a blond wig in my hole with her. No one can ever say I gave the bitch nothing."

Once again, what?

"Who did you bury in Trent's grave if he is here?" Damien asked, his voice shaking.

Trent only smiled at him, which caused my heart to beat faster than it already was.

"Who did you bury if he is alive?" Damien screamed.

Marco gri

Marco and his goons chuckled while Trent growled, "Fuck you, I was a late bloomer!"

Marco continued to chuckle before turning back to Damien whose face was so red, I thought his head might pop.

"You killed Nala and buried her in Trent's grave?" he asked lowly, because his voice was shaking.

Marco snapped his fingers. "Nala, that's her name! Cute little chick, put up quite a fight."

I almost missed Damien when he moved; he was almost as fast as Dominic when he charged at someone. He wasn't fast enough though because just as he neared Marco, the man that was across the room at the hallway shot forward and hit Damien in the face repeatedly with the butt of his gun. The other man appeared next to me and fisted his hand into my hair to keep me put.

"Damien!" I screamed and tried to move forward to help him but the grip on my hair tightened, causing strands to be pulled from my head. I howled in pain and tried kicking back at the arsehole that held onto me, but it only resulted in being dragged to the ground by my hair, which hurt even more than just being tugged on.

"Let her go!" Damien's voice bellowed just as a knee was pressed to the back of my neck pi

"Matt, I need her alive. Nico won't be reasoned with if she is dead!" Marco snapped as I began to kick out with my arms and legs, trying to break free so I could breathe again.

The burning that was building in my chest was suddenly eased when the thug pi

I lay down on the ground for a moment and flinched when I felt a hand wrap around my arm.

"It's me, Bee," Damien's voice said.

I looked up at him and whimpered. He was bleeding from both of his nostrils, he had a large cut above his eyebrow, and his left jaw and eye were swollen shut; he looked a wreck. I reached up and ran my fingers over the swelling before whimpering and leaning into him. He hoisted me up onto his lap and held me tightly to him, swaying me from left to right.

"It's going to be okay, Bee, he will come for us," Damien whispered and kissed the crown of my sore head.

I knew he was talking about Dominic, and I prayed he was right. If Dominic didn't get here soon I didn't think things were going to end very well. I didn't think Marco was holding us captive just for a good ol' chat about the lads' past.

"Are you fucking your brother's girl, D? That would be boss if you were," Trent's voice laughed.

Damien's hold on me tightened. "Don't."

I looked at Trent as he laughed again and said, "Always the protector of females. That particular trait had you swimming in pussy when we were kids. I'm glad to see nothing has changed."

I was disgusted that Trent nodded in my direction as if the only reason Damien was trying to keep me safe was because he wanted to have sex with me.

"He is a good person, you fuckin' prick. He doesn't need a reason to keep people safe!" I snapped, and then went into a coughing fit because my voice was raspy, and my throat was bloody killing me.

Trent snapped his teeth at me. "Say fucking one more time, baby. Your accent has me tied up in knots over here."

I curled my lip in disgusting. "You're a vile creature."

Trent smiled at me. "You haven't seen anything yet, baby. Let's see what names you call me after I fuck that smart mouth right out of you."

My stomach lurched while Damien pushed us up to our feet. "You touch her, and I will kill you for real this time!"

Trent switched his gaze from me to Damien and his face hardened. "Oh, I'll be touching her; I seem to have a need to fuck Slater bitches. Nala was a fighter, but I'm betting little Irish there will give me one hell of a time."

I widened my eyes not because he said he was going to rape me, but because he just admitted to raping Nala. Damien went deathly still, so I moved directly to his side and gripped onto him as he looked to Marco who was watching the three of us with mild amusement.

"You said you killed her," Damien said to Marco.

Marco shook his head. "I never said that. I said I couldn't let her leave my house alive. She did die that day but not by my hand; she died by his."

I let out a whimper when Marco nodded to a gri

"I knew you loved her and after she rejected me, what better revenge could I get on you for almost killing me? Killing your heart, of course. She screamed as well, so loud I almost wanted to cap her before I was even finished fucking her, but I didn't. I got a shot at all her holes before I blew her mind, literally."

I didn't even try to hold Damien back when he tore away from me and charged at Trent. No one was quick enough to stop him from getting to his target this time. He crashed into Trent and knocked them both to the ground. If I pretended Damien's hair was brown, I would have sworn that I was watching Dominic beat someone up, because Damien was throwing punches exactly like him.

Damien got about five or six hits in before Marco's men intervened and pulled him off Trent.

"She was ten weeks pregnant!" Damien screamed as he tried to break free of the men's hold on him and charge for Trent again.

I flung my hand over my mouth and let the tears that filled my eyes fall down my cheeks. Damien let out a male cry that broke my heart and made me cry out for him and for Nala.