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“What areyoudoing here? I live in Melbourne. You don’t,” I fire back.
“Don’t be a smart-ass. It’s not a good look on you, Dominic. Why are you in my office?” He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at me.
“Watching shit,” I tell him, my eyes glued to the wall of monitors until I hone in on one specific room. The oneshepresently occupies.
I shouldn’t get so much enjoyment out of the fact she’s joined a self-defence class because she’s scared. More accurately, because she’s scared of me. I’ve driven that fear. I see it in her eyes every time she can’t help but look over her shoulder. She knows I’m watching. Even now, she peers up. Right at the camera. Right at me.
“Who is she?” Uncle Bray presses.
“I have no idea who or what you’re talking about.” I shrug.
“Yeah, okay, let’s go with that. However, if that girl ends up on page five listed as a missing person, don’t think I won’t be asking you questions,” he says, half joking, half not.
“When have I ever given you the impression I’m some sort of psychopath?” I counter.
“Every day since you were one,” he deadpans. “It’s not your fault though. You just happened to inherit more of those fucking McKinley genes than is good for any one person to have.” He laughs.
That’s not entirely true. My obsession with pain, that one I got from my Williamson side. Specifically, my mother. She’s struggled with self-harm throughout her adult life. She’s mostly fine. My dad hovers over her so much I don’t think she gets the chance to piss without him knowing about it. Probably watching too. Not that Mum ever complains. It’s gross really. How much they like each other. Come to think of it, all the olds in my family are sickeningly happy with their wives. Even most of my cousins are married off and living their best lives. Two of them to each other.
Now tell me that’s not fucking weird.
Ash and Bree, they’re not blood-related of course. Bree’s from the McKinley side, whereas Ash is the oldest Williamson cousin. It was fucking hard not to slit his throat when he started dating Bree. She’s my favourite out of all my cousins. She’s also the only one who gets me. The real me. She gets it because she was also born a McKinley—which on any given day is both a blessing and a curse. We’re each set to inherit fifty percent of the family’s wealth, including all of the businesses listed under the corporation.
It’s why I’m working on a business degree. Bree and I will be running McKinley Industries together one day. Hopefully not anytime soon. I’d like to have somewhat of a life before I get stuck sitting in an office, behind a bloody desk, wearing a suit all fucking day long.
Ignoring Uncle Bray, I continue to watch the screen. The instructor walks up behind Lucy and his eyes go straight to her ass. Eyes that I’m going to gouge out of his fucking head before I toss them around like a fucking pinball machine at a gaming arcade.
Do not touch her.I chant it in my head, over and over again, even as his hands reach out and land on her hips as she’s bending over to stretch.
“Who the fuck is this fuckwit?” I question my uncle as I push to my feet and throw an arm towards the monitor. Before I know I’m moving, I’m already pacing the room. I can’t go and cut his hands off in front of a class full of people. No, I’m gonna have to wait for that little indulgence.
“Dom, calm the fuck down. Sit.” Uncle Bray blocks the doorway, like he can prevent me from leaving this office if I want out.
“I am calm,” I deadpan. “Never been fucking calmer.”
“Yeah, sure. Who is she and why are you getting all Josh-like on me?” he says.
“Josh-like?” I parrot. Josh is my uncle on my dad’s side.
“All murdery-eyed. Your uncle always fucking has that look. It’s creepy as fuck on him. On you, it’s just plain fucking terrifying. Do not make me have to bail your ass out of jail,” he tells me in that parental tone he gets sometimes.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t call you to bail me out anyway. I always have Uncle Zac.” I smirk. My Uncle Zac is my Uncle Bray’s older brother.
“Good, he’s the one with all the practice. My girls are fucking angels, never had to bail them out of anything.” He smiles.
“Didn’t Lily and Hope get arrested for hitting a cop that one time?” I ask with a lift of my brow.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Uncle Bray throws my words back at me, with a voice that would suggest he actually believes his own lie. I swear those girls could literally serve him up human flesh for dinner and the man wouldn’t bat an eyelash. His daughters can do no wrong.
“Right. Well, I’ve got things to do, people to maim.” I sigh, my eyes flicking back to the screen. I can see Lucy walking out the door.
“Dominic, I know your parents taught you better than to follow around some poor girl without her knowledge. It’s called stalking. If you like her, try talking to her.”
“I’m not fucking stalking anyone. Jesus, give me some credit.” I feign hurt. I’ve learnt to cover up my lack of emotions with humour over the years. It’s easier than having everyone look at me and wonder when I’m finally going to snap.
The thing is… I snapped a long time ago. No one other than Bree and Uncle Josh know the truth about me, because they’re the only ones who understand this urge I have to hurt others. However, I only ever take it out on people who deserve it. Just like this fucker who doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself. I could help him with that. Shouldn’t be an issue if he doesn’t have hands in the first place.
“Dom, if that employee of mine doesn’t show up for work tomorrow, you’re going to be filling his slots.”
