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time. “You need to leave now.”
Dominic lifted his eyes to the
ceiling and tilted his head side to side as he spoke aloud to himself. “But you
did provide dinner and these ever so comfortable slippers. So, in all fairness
I should probably let you off with a warning and beating. What do you say?
That’s a fair trade, right? Your life for dinner and slippers.”
Alan had heard enough. With a twist
of his hips, he was off. Sprinting out of the dining room, he called on his
speed to deliver him from his intruder’s sadistic plan.
No one had ever been as fast as
Alan. Nobody was capable of traveling at the speed his legs carried him. When
Alan felt the grip on his shoulder, when Dominic’s hand twirled him around in a
half circle, Alan couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
“Don’t tell me you thought you were
the only one. Oh, you did?” Dominic laughed. “Let’s see if along with all those
muscles you know how to fight.”
It was clear Alan didn’t, as fists
connected with his face and torso. Alan tried putting up his hands. He tried
holding Dominic back, it was useless: his attacker was too strong. Along with
extraordinary speed, Dominic was stronger than anyone Alan had ever encountered.
Alan’s mind flashed back to the
night he fell from the building. The beating he took at the hands of Brent
Carson and his lackeys at the school dance. Even now with all of his money and speed,
history was repeating itself.
In the span of a few seconds, the
fight was over. Blood ran down Alan’s forehead and mouth. He could taste the
bitter metallic tang as his own blood hit his taste buds. His ribs ached with
pain indicating they were either severely bruised or broken. Alan was
struggling to make it to his feet when another vicious strike connected with
his left temple.
“Apparently, you still have a lot
of growing to do,” Dominic said stepping away from his victim. Alan looked up
through blue eyes and strands of his long hair to see Dominic cleaning his own
blood off his hands. “When she comes and tries to make everything better, tell
her I said, ‘Hello’.”
Already on his knees, Alan couldn’t
hold himself up. His vision was blurring and Dominic’s voice came in and out.
Without any control over his body, he fell face first onto the kitchen tile.
The last thing Alan remembered seeing was a pair of slipper-clad feet walking
away.
Chapter 24
There was a beep and then another
and another and another. Alan opened his eyes, saved from a nightmare he
couldn’t remember. He was lying in his bed. To his left a heart rate monitor
beeped along at a steady pace.
At once the events leading up to
his unconsciousness overwhelmed him. He sat straight up in bed immediately
regretting the decision. His face and upper body felt like they had been put
through a meat grinder. Alan grunted and fell back into his pillows as blinding
pain exploded in his head.
The heart rate monitor spiked at
Alan’s actions and the beeping sped up in tempo. Alan closed his eyes trying to
take in deep breaths, hoping that would calm the monitor and pain. It didn’t.
As he was staring at the ceiling,
he heard his door open. Alan craned his neck forward despite the pain. Danielle
walked towards him with a frown. “How are you feeling?”
Anger rose in Alan’s chest. He
didn’t know why, but he blamed Danielle for what happened to him. “How am I
feeling? I feel like some psychotic chef broke into my place and beat the snot
out of me while wearing my slippers.”
Danielle’s eyes widened behind her
glasses, “Okay then, not sure I deserved that one but you’ve been through a
lot. I get it—misdirected anger.”
Alan stared at her already
regretting his snarky remark. “What happened to me? Who was that guy?”
“I got here as soon as I heard the
conversation over the phone. Smooth move calling me, by the way. From the
muffled voices, I guess I was in your pocket?”
“Yeah.”
“Nice. By your
time. “You need to leave now.”
Dominic lifted his eyes to the
ceiling and tilted his head side to side as he spoke aloud to himself. “But you
did provide dinner and these ever so comfortable slippers. So, in all fairness
I should probably let you off with a warning and beating. What do you say?
That’s a fair trade, right? Your life for dinner and slippers.”
Alan had heard enough. With a twist
of his hips, he was off. Sprinting out of the dining room, he called on his
speed to deliver him from his intruder’s sadistic plan.
No one had ever been as fast as
Alan. Nobody was capable of traveling at the speed his legs carried him. When
Alan felt the grip on his shoulder, when Dominic’s hand twirled him around in a
half circle, Alan couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
“Don’t tell me you thought you were
the only one. Oh, you did?” Dominic laughed. “Let’s see if along with all those
muscles you know how to fight.”
It was clear Alan didn’t, as fists
connected with his face and torso. Alan tried putting up his hands. He tried
holding Dominic back, it was useless: his attacker was too strong. Along with
extraordinary speed, Dominic was stronger than anyone Alan had ever encountered.
Alan’s mind flashed back to the
night he fell from the building. The beating he took at the hands of Brent
Carson and his lackeys at the school dance. Even now with all of his money and speed,
history was repeating itself.
In the span of a few seconds, the
fight was over. Blood ran down Alan’s forehead and mouth. He could taste the
bitter metallic tang as his own blood hit his taste buds. His ribs ached with
pain indicating they were either severely bruised or broken. Alan was
struggling to make it to his feet when another vicious strike connected with
his left temple.
“Apparently, you still have a lot
of growing to do,” Dominic said stepping away from his victim. Alan looked up
through blue eyes and strands of his long hair to see Dominic cleaning his own
blood off his hands. “When she comes and tries to make everything better, tell
her I said, ‘Hello’.”
Already on his knees, Alan couldn’t
hold himself up. His vision was blurring and Dominic’s voice came in and out.
Without any control over his body, he fell face first onto the kitchen tile.
The last thing Alan remembered seeing was a pair of slipper-clad feet walking
away.
Chapter 24
There was a beep and then another
and another and another. Alan opened his eyes, saved from a nightmare he
couldn’t remember. He was lying in his bed. To his left a heart rate monitor
beeped along at a steady pace.
At once the events leading up to
his unconsciousness overwhelmed him. He sat straight up in bed immediately
regretting the decision. His face and upper body felt like they had been put
through a meat grinder. Alan grunted and fell back into his pillows as blinding
pain exploded in his head.
The heart rate monitor spiked at
Alan’s actions and the beeping sped up in tempo. Alan closed his eyes trying to
take in deep breaths, hoping that would calm the monitor and pain. It didn’t.
As he was staring at the ceiling,
he heard his door open. Alan craned his neck forward despite the pain. Danielle
walked towards him with a frown. “How are you feeling?”
Anger rose in Alan’s chest. He
didn’t know why, but he blamed Danielle for what happened to him. “How am I
feeling? I feel like some psychotic chef broke into my place and beat the snot
out of me while wearing my slippers.”
Danielle’s eyes widened behind her
glasses, “Okay then, not sure I deserved that one but you’ve been through a
lot. I get it—misdirected anger.”
Alan stared at her already
regretting his snarky remark. “What happened to me? Who was that guy?”
“I got here as soon as I heard the
conversation over the phone. Smooth move calling me, by the way. From the
muffled voices, I guess I was in your pocket?”
“Yeah.”
“Nice. By your
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