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Dee always made Dom’s blood run hot, but in the past it’d been for entirely different reasons. Now, as he blinked back at her with an incredulous expression etched across his features, the only thing simmering in his veins was barely restrained irritation. What answer was he actually expecting? It’s not like she would’ve up and claimed she’d come back for him all these years later. He didn’t even want that. The way she remained so composed and emotionless ate away at him, though. From the look of it you wouldn’t even know they used to be anything to each other let alone a couple madly in love. Instead of the girl he remembered, the one ready and willing to raise her middle fingers high to the parents who tried to put her in a cage, she was like corporate Barbie… calmly going through the various details of her business endeavors like they were strangers discussing the weather. Dom was almost tempted to push her up against the exterior of Lenny’s and capture her mouth in a heated kiss - right there in front of the entire town - if only to see her flustered. It’d be a damn good change from the detachment he saw projected back at him in her eyes. “Sólo curiosidad … ¿Papá empujó ese palo hasta el culo esta vez o lo consiguió allí todo por su cuenta?” Even spoken in a language she probably wouldn’t understand it was still harsh and he knew it. As soon as the foreign words impulsively flew from his mouth, stemming from his frustration, he regretted it. A sound, half growl and half sigh, grated up his throat as the man lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose between calloused fingers. He needed to reign it in— fast. Lashing out at a woman, no matter what his feelings toward her, was a habit he refused to pick up. “Leavin’ sure is your specialty, ain’t it? Glad to see some things never change, querida.” Even with the small term of endearment tacked onto the end his tone was anything but affectionate. With a bitter laugh he finally dropped his hand and took a step closer, head cocked to the side as he really looked at her. “How am I?” Two seconds away from hitting his own head against the bricks, for one thing. “I’m doin’ just fine, Dee. Made a real nice life for myself since you’ve been gone. I’d tell ya all ‘bout it but I doubt you have time to pencil me in between your lil multi-million dollar deals ‘n power lunches.” As a rough swallow traveled through him Dom met her gaze, brows furrowed with disappointment. “—Why bother askin’? You ‘n I both know we ain’t ever gonna be friends after the way you left and, from that blank look on your face, it’s pretty fuckin’ clear you don’t even care.”
Dee didn’t understand what he just said to her but it didn’t take a genius to see that he was pissed at her, and those words were not friendly or complementary in any sort of way. She didn’t want to fight back, though. If anything, she just wanted to put their past behind them and just try their best to move forward but he was right. They definitely weren’t going to be friends, not after the horrible thing she did to him, and she couldn’t blame him for that. “If you’re going to insult me, you might as well do it in English so you can get the satisfaction of seeing my reaction to your words,” Dee said, her tone icy. She didn’t want to fight fire with fire, though, and she knew she didn’t really have any right to get angry, not when she was the reason he was acting this way in the first place. She merely listened to what he had to say, but it was killing her not to say what she really felt. With the way she was raised and her occupation and her reputation, Dee couldn’t just show her reaction to certain situations freely. It had to be calculated because you never know just who might be watching and who would take your reaction as something that can be used against you, but she could still remember how carefree it had been with Dom, how there wasn’t a care in the world about consequences or worries about how other people would perceive them. It was just all fun, full of love and amusement and comfort and adventure and she longed to go back to those days because it’s been years since she’s had a semblance of that feeling again. It was only with his last words that her icy exterior was broken and her expression softened slightly. “Of course I care,” Dee whispered, looking him straight in the eyes for just a second before looking away. “I care. I fucking care, Dom.” No, she can’t give him power to hurt her, even though she deserved it. She can’t give him the chance to see her true feelings because from how angry he already was, he could very well use it against her. No, no, no. Dee refused to show how she was truly feeling, especially since it wouldn’t matter anyway. Dom would just continue hating her and there was nothing she could do about it, so she allowed herself that one moment of weakness before composing herself and standing just a little straighter. “But if you’d like to catch up, I’m sure I can pencil you in somewhere.” It was a half-assed attempt at a pretty bad joke, but she didn’t know how else to say that she did want to catch up with him, but at the risk of sounding like an idiot, playing it off as a cruel joke was the better option.
A day filled with errands, Daryl took a moment to himself as he attempted to light the cigarette he’d fetched from the carton. One left, he came to the realization that he’d lost his lighter at some point throughout the day. He continued to check his pockets for a moment before he saw a figure come close enough that he felt it appropriate to ask, “Got a light?”
“Does it honestly look like I have a light on me?” Dee asked with an eyebrow raised. She was decked out in her usual corporate attire - a white blouse tucked into a pencil skirt, her bag tucked firmly in the crook of her elbow - and she was just waiting for her driver to come pick her up at the corner of the road.
· · · ❝ i think i should take this away from you. you’re not yourself when you’re drunk. ❞ carlson joked, taking the alcoholic beverage before dumping it out. she gave them a small smirk before providing a glass of water, smirk still intact.
“what the hell do you know about who i am?” dee asked with a roll of her eyes. so she was a little tipsy, but after bumping into her ex-boyfriend, she could allow herself this one time of weakness. a lot of people in clearmont didn’t care about who she was anyways so being able to actually be drunk in public was a luxury she hadn’t indulged in in years.
Kenna spied an approaching figure from the side wearing an all too familiar grin. She’d seen it a hundred times before and, quite frankly, it was getting old. “Yeah, I’m her. No, I don’t want you to buy me a drink and no, I don’t want your number. Never gonna happen buddy. Stick to your fantasies and move on.” Without giving him another moment of her attention she huffed out a sigh and rolled her eyes toward the nearest person at her left. “This is exactly why I just drink at home.”
If there was one thing Delilah could appreciate, it was a woman standing up for herself and not taking any bullshit whatsoever. As someone whose entire legacy was that she got to where she is now with her parents’ help and their foundation, she constantly had to prove that she was much more than that. It may have been handed to her but she worked hard to plant herself at the top and to stay there. “Then why not just drink at home then?” Dee asked before taking a sip from her drink.
SIFTING a hand through his golden locks, Link’s eyes scanned the various strains of marijuana as he tried to think of what he was in the mood for. He’d managed to blag a card to help with depression & anxiety– however, those only reared their ugly heads during dysmorphic stints. Right now? He just wanted a high, and a good one at that. “What do you think? Granddaddy Purple or Strawberry Cough? Then again, there’s always edibles…That’s the problem with this place, too many options.”
“What’s wrong with having too many options? That’s better than not having any at all to choose from,” Dee said with a shake of her head. The businesswoman in her was screaming to give the guy a lesson that she learned while she was studying business in university but she bit her tongue. The people here in Clearmont were much different than the people in California and she didn’t want to unnecessarily step on any more toes than she already has. “I think you should scrap this idea altogether and do something better with your time.”
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He looked well… after all this time that’d passed all she could come up with was he looked well? Dom was tempted to chortle out a laugh at the comment but he held back, instead remaining stoic and emotionless as she took in the unfamiliar sight of him proudly wearing a Wolves patch on his back. If he didn’t know her he might’ve even been able to convince himself that the picture he painted made her regret her decision all those years ago. She wasn’t the kind of woman to regret a damn thing or make apologies for her actions, though. In the past it was one of the things he’d always appreciated about the blonde, but now it just left a bitter taste in his mouth. “You look exactly the same.” Let her puzzle out for herself what that meant. Compliment, insult, plain old fact… it could’ve been taken many different ways and he wasn’t about to spell it out. Not when she’d abandoned everything they’d had with nothing more than a casual ‘it’s not working out’. Feeling so much animosity toward her felt wrong, it nearly ate away at his insides like acid, but it was inevitable. Too much time had passed with too many things left unsaid. Squaring his jaw before anything truly damning fell out of his mouth Dom slowly sucked in a breath and begged for even an ounce of patience he typically lacked. “What are you doin’ back here, Dee?” She was part of his past and was meant to stay there. “Don’t you got some fancy ass jet to run off on again? This place ain’t meant for you and we both know it.” Her standards were much higher than what Clearmont could ever offer. “You should just go back t’wherever the hell it is you came from, because if you were expectin’ open arms here you ain’t gonna find them from me.”
Dee could both sense and see the anger coming from him, and truth be told, she couldn’t blame him. What she did had been horrible, just breaking both their hearts because of something her parents told her she should do, ruining any chance of a future together, and that decision rested solely on her shoulders. If it was going to weigh on anybody’s shoulders, it was going to be on hers. Dee never expected open arms around this place, not when she has changed so much and hurt so many people, and opting for the friendly route was the only thing she could offer Dom, since she very well couldn’t be mad at him for dealing with what she made happen. “I- Well-” Dee wasn’t entirely sure what that meant so she decided to just keep her mouth shut about it. This was unfamiliar territory for her, the feeling of being completely unsure how to act, but she couldn’t let him see that. She couldn’t let anybody see that. “I have some business to attend to here, and we’re putting up another hotel in Las Vegas. I have to oversee everything until the hotel is up and running so I’m going to be here for awhile,” Dee said, her voice slightly clipped. Detached and professional, that was all she could be when it came to people, and it looked like that was all she could be to Dom too since she very well can’t show her true feelings for everything that has happened. “I never expected that from you, or anybody here for that matter. I’m just here to do my job and then I’ll be gone,” Dee said, looking at him straight in the eyes. “How... how are you?” She asked. She wasn’t sure why she was making small talk with him but she was mature enough to do this, right? She also had to admit she was curious as to how he ended up being a part of the local motorcycle club, when the last time they talked, he was on leave, all those years ago.
The sky was dark as the car rolled up to the sidewalk; the air had a nip that Amaury noticed the instant he stepped outside, the cold sinking past his skin-tight clothing. Electing to ignore that as the car sped away, Amaury counted the cash in his hands again before tucking into the pocket of the leather jacket he was wearing, the only piece of warm clothing he was wearing. Glancing up, his brown eyes instantly landed on the person nearby and the blond flashed them a wolfish grin. “Can I help you?
“You can help by getting out of my way,” Delilah said with a roll of her eyes. Seriously, what is it with people in this town and standing in the middle of the street when there are so many people walking - or at it seems, riding on a lot of motorcycles. Dee could still remember how intrigued she was about the men in the MCs when she was in high school and also while she was in college but she hadn’t had the chance to really deal with them yet, not when she had so many things to do and apparently, so many people to fight to finish all the things that she had to do. “Or is that something that people in this town just can’t seem to comprehend?”
❝ oh! sorry, am i in your way? shit. ❞ she paused, looking down at the mess around her. ❝ sorry, i’m just… i got a test coming up, just trying to find a way to remember all’a this. ❞ hands move to her hips, teeth biting down on her bottom lip. ❝ oh, right. want me to… ah, move it? i can.. go somewhere else? ❞
Dee looked up from her phone and rolled her eyes impatiently. She had work to do, and this woman was getting in her way. “Do you still need the answer to that question or are you just too dumb to figure it out by yourself?” Dee asked as she put her phone away to cross her arms over her chest. “That would be best. Just scurry off somewhere you won’t disturb people who actually have things to do.”
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What is one of your biggest regrets?
“I listened to my parents when I didn’t have to, when I know I shouldn’t have, and I’ll have to live with the decision that I made then for the rest of my life.”
would you kill a man if it meant you could steal his fortune?
“Why would I have to bloody kill a man? And why would I ‘steal’ his fortune when I already have one of my own? So, darling, the answer is no, just like any sane person would say.”
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The sound of his engine cut out as Dom knocked back the kickstand to his Harley and parked it along the side of the curb. The night before had been one aimed to go down in history and, if the sight of party debris scattered even all the way down by Lenny’s was any indication, it’d been successful. More than half the town turned out for Woody’s big welcome home just as expected. Chuckling mostly to himself as a beer bottle got lodged up against the yellow painted barrier he threw his leg over his bike and hung his helmet at the back. His good mood ended right about there. As Dom’s gaze lifted and searched for the diner door they fell instead on one all too familiar face… Dee. This was exactly what he didn’t need that afternoon. Huffing out a heavy sigh he lowered his eyes, dead set on pointedly ignoring her.
Dee was back in Clearmont, and she wasn’t really sure what to feel about it. She had been jetting back and forth from here to California for the past few years, always on business, that it’s hard to think of this place as her home, but with her family here, she supposed she could still call it home, if she wanted to. The problem was that Dee didn’t really want to. This place was full of a lot of bad memories she wanted to outgrow, but business permitted her to stay here, at least for awhile. She’s not sure how long that actually meant - a few months, at the very least - but if she had to stay, she might as well enjoy herself and treat herself to some of those pancakes she always liked at Lenny’s. Upon walking towards the door, she found her eyes straying to the street, trying to remember how happy she used to be when she was here during her high school and college years. Bloody hell, she thought upon seeing a familiar face while her eyes were roaming. He was much taller now, much broader, and he had on a kutte and was on a motorcycle - a strange sight - but she’d know that face anywhere. “Dom?” She tentatively called out, biting down on her lower lip nervously. Dee reminded herself her father’s words about not showing any weakness, not to anybody who could see, and she stopped chewing on her lower lip and stood up straighter as she looked at him head on. “Hi,” Dee said, offering a small smile. What else could she do? “You... uh, you look well.”