If there was one thing Lacey Gallagher knew about herself, it was that she was somewhat of a mess. At least, she was a mess when it came to relationships. As far as she could tell, it was somewhat of a family trait. She hadn’t exactly wanted to grow up turning into her dad, but she’d watched it happen. She was a smartass, she was too sassy for her own good, she spoke her mind, and she really didn’t know how to have a functional relationship. Try as she might to get out of it, it felt like she was stuck with Dom at this point. He was a part of her at this point, either her better or her worse half depending on how you looked at it.
Even though she knew Dom wasn’t going anywhere - despite his occasional threats to do so - she couldn’t help but get jealous when she saw him flirting with someone else. Hell, she got jealous when she saw him like another girl’s selfie on Instagram. After being let in by the Balls, Lacey stomped up to Dom’s room, not bothering to knock on her door before she threw it open. “So who the fuck’s the blonde?” Lacey snapped as she walked up to her boyfriend, her arms crossed as she gave him a sharp look. She hardly felt as though she needed to clarify; he’d know who she was talking about.