Chapter 120
"You're losing your edge, Case." Dom sneered at me.
I turned on my heel, feeling my blood boil at the sound of the despicable man's voice. Glaring daggers at the mocking smirk he had on, I felt the strong urge to slap it off his face.
Dom straightened himself from previously leaning on a tree in a shadowed spot. My body screamed in objection when my muscles tensed up at the sight of trouble. I've used almost all of my energy on the fight I just got out of no longer than a few minutes ago.
Nonetheless, when Dom had walked close enough for me to reach him, I made an attempt to land a hit on him and successfully landed one on his ribs after faking a straight punch to his face. He staggered backwards to put space between us before hunching over and groaning.
This time, there was no guilt that followed. There wasn't any bitter bile rising at the back of my throat, unlike when I kept on trying to land deathly blows on my opponent during the fight earlier.
"I thought I made it clear that you were not to come anywhere near me or my family and friends ever again."
"I can't help it, you're simply too alluring." He wheezed out through the pain as he tried to gradually straighten up. I had an urge to make a disgusted look at that but I held back and let my hatred for the man consume me. It wasn't long before I was seething. I tried to land a kick to his head but he dodged it, blocking my kick and causing it to land on his shoulder blade instead.
He hissed and gave me a deadly look. I returned it, not planning to back down.
"I heard that you killed Carla, Case. I didn't know you had it in you." Dom gave me a sly smirk and I could feel my insides boil over with amplified anger and hatred.
"You! You little piece of shit! You did that! I knew you had something to do with it! You fucking piece of good―"
"Now, now little Casey, that's no way to greet an old friend." Dom taunted with a sickening smirk. I moved to slap it off his face but he snatched my hand and held it tightly. I tugged at it to retrieve my hand.
"Fuck you!" I spat at him in disgust.
He twisted my arm, moving behind me and pushing me against a tree. I felt his breath hit the back of my neck before I heard his voice whisper in my ear. I flinched at the proximity of his lips with my ear, trying to put as much space as I could between myself and the piece of filth.
"Aren't you proud of how Adam turned out? He's quite the man, isn't he?" He baited.
"More than you'll ever be," was the only snarky remark I could conjure up with the sharp pain on my arm.
A sound came from Dom and I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at my lips; seems like I hit a sore spot there. The smirk vanished the second he twisted my arm further, spiking up the pain shooting through my arm. That was when I threw my head back. I felt another sharp pain bloom on the back of my head from where it made contact with Dom's head.
"You bitch!" He cried out. The pain on my arm was dissipating quickly as the hold he had on me loosened. He finally let go to nurse his nose. Dark red liquid was seeping through his fingers. I made a point to kick him in the nuts and gave him a sweet kick to the temple. Hopefully that'll give him a splitting headache and give me enough time to flee the scene without any more troubles.
I quickly swung my foot to kick him where the sun doesn't shine but I wasn't quick enough and he caught it in a tight grip. I used his hand on my foot to jump and kick him on the side of his head with my other foot. I braced myself for the impact of my body hitting the ground once I felt the impact of my foot kicking Dom's head.
I felt myself free fall and rolled over the second I hit the ground. The lessened force of the impact saved me from breaking my face, or breaking anything for that matter.
I dusted myself off, feeling the skin sting on my elbows sting where I scraped them during the fall. I looked at Dom, curled up on the ground, nursing his probably throbbing head.
The scrape was a small price to pay for this satisfaction. I had the overwhelming urge to spit on the poor excuse of a man but held myself back. I'm above spitting on people even if this particular being was more animal than anything else.
I turned on my heel and begun the mad dash to my bike. I rode out of that place as if I was being chased by Hell's hounds.
The road was a blur and the wind whipped the ends of my hair that stuck out of my helmet in every direction. I could feel the cold seep through my jacket and into my bones, making me tighten my hold on the handles of my bike.
When I turned to enter my driveway, Preston was on my porch with Adam, sitting on the ground of my garden. The sight of it made me hit the brakes so hard that I almost got thrown off my bike head first.
