Page 20 of Gemini

“Okay…” Who the fuck were these assholes anyway? “You just asked if we were dating.”

“So?”

Brother and mother in Christ. “Are you on drugs?”

“Yes,” one blurted.

“Pierre, shut up, man,” said bad breath.

My composure was slipping. I went to pass around them and was cut off.

“Hey, come on, we’re just playing. We’re sorry. We believe you, okay? Come hang at our spot and will help you find Dom.”

“I’m just going to call him.”

They laughed.

“You know you won’t get an answer, right?” One snickered. “Even if he picks up?”

“Okay, you know what, just leave me alone.” I went to go around him again, and bad breath had the audacity to put his arm around my shoulder. I shoved him off and the laughter died.

“Woah, girl, okay, no need to be a bitch about it.”

They were following me as I tried to get around them. Oh, fuck this.

As he went to reach for me again, I screamed so loud I couldn’t even hear the music.

“DOOOMMMMMM.”

I screeched like a banshee and the men jumped away in fright. More than a dozen people looked our way. I took a deep breath and screamed again.

“DOOOMMMMM.”

The men looked around nervously, starting to back away.

“Damn, crazy bitch,” bad breath said, looking like he might take a swing at me to shut me up. He backed away until he hit a fleshy, six-foot-something man with black eyes and an expression of death.

“Oh, fuck.”

Before the guy could even react, Dom took hold of his collar and lifted him off his feet, then swiftly slammed him on the ground.

None of the guy’s friends came to his aid. But more and more people started to watch, and a few started to film.

“Bro, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the guy pleaded, his hands up in surrender. He looked really scared. And admittedly so was I. Dom looked like he might lose control any moment.

Thankfully, he calmed enough and released him. Making sure he stayed down on the ground, Dom left him there and came to me. He took hold of my arm and led me away from the group and most of the crowd.

His car was parked a little way off from the others, closer to the road. Clearly, he had been racing. Go figure. Seeing the Mustang again made my anxiety nearly boil over. As we reached the car, I tugged my arm away and he faced me.

“What the hell, Dom?” I seethed. “I was looking all over for you. Why did we have to meet here of all places?”

The look of rage on his face was gone and replaced with a sheepish one. “Sorry,” he signed. He signed some more and it was my turn to look guilty. I shook my head. He brought up his phone and started texting. A few seconds later, he showed me his screen. “I figured you wanted to meet somewhere public to feel safer.”

Safer from him and his brother.

“So, a street racing hangout?”

He shrugged and I rolled my eyes. He texted some more. “I thought you might like it.”