Page 80 of Heirs of Havoc

Dom sends a frame flying towards Lev, making me flinch. It's the same one that Vlad and I knocked off the wall. Lev ducks, but Vlad comes behind Dom, his elbow ready for a headlock. Before he can, Dom spins a gun in his face.

“Try it, Reznikov.” Dom laughs his evil laugh. “I fucking dare you.”

“Thought you didn’t care about her,” Lev chides on the other side of him. “Thought she was disposable.”

Dom looks over his shoulder as he keeps his gun on Vlad. “It doesn’t matter. The three of you assholes are reckless. As reckless as when you had Mia spread for you in your fucking church basement.”

Oh, shit.

“We thought she came with men,” Lev protests. “We were only looking out for you, man.”

Dom's laugh echoes through the home, the twins glancing at each other. “And if you believe that? You’re more reckless than I thought.”

Keeping my distance, my eyes scan the room for the other asshole. Feliks. Is he okay? I want to ask what happened, but I know better than chiming in on Dom’s carnage. And I should know better than getting involved with these three.

This is your fault.

“Well, excuse us for having a little fun in this mess.” Lev takes a step to Dom. “I see how you look at her, Dom. What are you really mad about?”

“Fun? Is it fun to have your fellow man in critical condition?” Dom pushes Lev’s chest. He takes a step back. “He might die, Lev. She could’ve died. This isn’t a fucking joke. You want fun?”

SMASH!

Dom sends another painting crashing to the marble.

“Clean this shit up.” Dom’s eyes flit towards the stairs.

Moving back, I hope he didn’t see.

Footsteps come towards me in loud thuds and I’m quick to move into Feliks’ room and close the door. My back against it, the footsteps come closer. And closer. My eyes closed, I wait for a bang, for Dom to lose his shit, but the steps move by with another crash down the hall.

My shoulders drop, but my chest doesn’t feel any lighter.

He could die.

Falling to my knees, I ignore the pain that comes with it. My eyes fall to Feliks’ hoodie in front of me and I crawl towards it. His smell encompasses me when I put it on my shoulders. Crawling towards the bed, I pull the sweater tight around me, wishing for him to return. I can’t take another one of these guys down with me. I won’t.

* * *

Last night was a mess.

But this morning, things feel different.

Vlad doesn’t say good morning. Neither does Lev. Dom is nowhere in sight and instead of one of them driving me to class, a driver pulls up to the Murphy House.

I don’t blame them for keeping their distance. Not after last night. I didn’t mean for Feliks to get hurt. I didn’t mean to ruin their friendship.

I didn’t come to Clementine to die.

So when I get to campus, I know what I need to do. I need to end this.

Our professor is in class today next to Dom. Xavier isn’t, and I don’t need to ask what happened or where he ended up. Likely six feet deep in some impromptu grave Dom dug. If Dom and the guys keep taking out my dad’s goons, they’re only building an empire of trouble for themselves, and if they keep me? I don’t want to know what’ll happen next.

Dom hardly looks my way through the entire class, his attire much more casual than before. A leather jacket, dark denim and a black shirt. Does he still care?

Why is he still here?

He ignores me the entire class, tending to other students. Once the class ends, he leaves without a word, a spaced-out look on his face. As he heads down the hall, I keep up, following behind him.

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