“You gotta go!” I hissed urgently.
“You serious?” Mateo asked, bewildered.
“I made a mistake! I can’t do this!” I instantly regretted.
“Do you want me to hide?” Mateo asked nervously, scrambling.
BAM!
The door didn’t open; it came straight off the hinges.
Domino stormed in like a force of nature, presence filling the entire room.
“Youserious, Ajori? You got aniggain here?”
Mateo stood up, hands half-raised in a gesture of peacemaking. “Yo, man, chill—”
Wrong move.
Domino gripped him by the throat, lifted him off the ground,andslammed him against the wall so hard the picture frames fell.
“You came here for business with Alejandro, not to fuck his daughter!” Domino growled, his voice a low thunder.
Mateo struggled to catch his breath, attempting to explain.
“Domino, stop!” I screamed, rushing to his side, yanking on his arm in desperation. “Please! Let him go! You’re gonna kill him!”
Domino's eyes were locked on Mateo’s face, but I could see the muscles in his grip relax marginally.
Mateo dropped to the floor, coughing, gasping.
Domino pivoted to glare at me next, and that look he gave was worse than anything I had ever experienced.
“This what you doing now?” His voice cracked from rage and disbelief. “Fucking random niggas to get back at me?”
“I’m not trying to get back at you!” I shouted, my voice rising defensively.
“At least I knew the bitch I fucked!” he snapped back, eyes burning with resentment. “I didn’t take you to be a hoe, Ajori!”
In a flash, my hand connected with his cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. Domino’s eyes fluttered shut momentarily. He inhaled sharply, jaw clenched, lips twitching as he struggled to contain the violent emotions boiling inside him… or was it something deeper, more vulnerable?
“Get out,” I whispered, my voice breaking with the weight of my hurt. “Now.”
He hesitated, raw anger and something softer battling within him.
“I said get out!” My voice rose again, a frantic plea.
His eyes met mine one last time—so much unsaid in that moment—before he turned and walked out, slamming what was left of the door behind him.
The room felt utterly wrecked afterwards, as if a storm had blown through and stripped away all remnants of peace.
Behind me, Mateo’s voice emerged, rough and raspy as he tried to find his footing. “You could’ve warned me y’all were together.”
I shook my head, feeling tears prick at my eyes, a mix of humiliation and heartbreak washing over me. “We’re not. It’s just… complicated.”
“Yeah… aight. Stay away from me,” he muttered, and with that, he was gone, leaving me alone, horny, humiliated, and hurt by a man who hadn’t even touched me yet.
