Page 88 of When We Fall: Part Two
He ignored my threat. “Why are you meeting Dom?”
“Because we need to talk.”
We were both quiet as I drove. I made a right onto 5th and continued.
“I want to go with you,” Drake finally said.
I did a double-take. “Maybe I punched you too hard.”
“Seriously. I need to set shit straight. They need to know I wasn’t trying to fuck shit up.”
“Look, I might have to fight my way out. I don’t need to save your ass, too.”
He scoffed at me. “I don’t need you to fucking save me. I’m not your goddamn princess. I’m going with you.”
I knew arguing with him was pointless, so I didn’t bother.
“Fine. It’s your funeral,” I said, stomping on the gas.
Dom had agreedto meet me at a diner outside of the city. I figured public would be best. He’d likely, probably, hopefully, not want to commit a crime in broad daylight in front of people.
Of course, he was a De Santis and likely didn’t give a fuck. I know I’d draw and shoot someone in the face if I had to. Didn’t matter where I was.
I parked and stared at the diner.
“You sure you’re coming in? It’s highly unlikely Dominic came alone,” I said.
“I’m fine, man. I fucked his girl before, and he didn’t kill me. I’d like to think he might not kill me now.”
I scoffed. “You underestimate Dominic De Santis.”
“I really fucking hope not.”
I sighed, knowing Drake could lose his life in less than five minutes, but hell, so could I. This needed to be done, though, so I opened my door and got out, Drake following. He’d changed into one of my shirts I had in the trunk since his had been so damn bloody from me punching him in the face.
We walked into the diner, and I spotted Dominic in the back.
I was right. He wasn’t alone. Levin sat across from him.Fucking great.Of course, he brought the muscle.
Drake grunted next to me, clearly thinking the same thing.
Dominic noticed me and immediately got to his feet. His hands clenched into fists. I didn’t know if it was because he saw me or because of Drake. Likely, a combination of both.
Levin stood too when he noticed us.
The saving grace was that there seemed to be a few people in the diner. Mostly good old boys having some dinner, but it was better than nothing.
“Dominic,” I greeted him.
“Anson,” he answered tightly, his green eyes sliding to Drake. “You piece of fucking shit.”
I knew he wasn’t speaking to me. I glanced at Drake.
“You’re a brave motherfucker,” Levin added, glowering at Drake.
“I came to explain. To talk.” Drake kept his voice even.
“Fuck you,” Levin snarled, his blue eyes flashing. “You’re a dead man the moment you step outside these doors. I fucking promise you that.”
