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lotrips100“You should've let me finish it,” Dominic snarls, tense and nearly vibrating in Billy's grip.
“And get blood on the dancefloor? Sounds like a bad movie, Dom. Be still.”
Dominic allows the precise, careful inspection of his face and hands, watches Billy's long fingers move over torn knuckles before they rise to stroke Dominic's bruised left cheekbone.
“I warned him, Billy. He's always fucking pushing—”
“And you pushed back. Much good it did you both.”
“Fucking Orlando—”
Billy's fingers curl and twist gently, cupping Dominic's chin. His eyes are warm, his voice low and soft.
“Turn the other cheek, Dom.”