Chapter 100: Chapter 100
London, England.
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The city was damp tonight. Rain had fallen earlier and the pavement still glistened as though it hadn’t quite decided if it wanted to dry.
Dominic stood by the door for a moment, letting the weight of his presence speak before he even moved. He didn’t need to speak. He didn’t need to lift a hand. His mere stillness shifted the air.
Grigor lifted his gaze, his smirk was already in place, but his eyes betrayed him with the briefest twitch. He wasn’t comfortable. Not really.
Not with Dominic watching him like that. One of Grigor’s men stood beside him at the table, silent, trying not to breathe too loud.
When he invited Dominic to see him, he never really thought Dominic would show up. Not after knowing he was the person who gave him up.
Dominic’s fist clenched once by his side before he let it go. He controlled his rage. As allways, he remained controlled. Then, with measured steps, he walked forward and took his seat.
His voice when it came was cold, cutting through the still air. "Was it fear, or was it hatred?"
The question settled in the room like a knife laid on the table. It settled like a knife ready to be swung, but not yet used.
Grigor tilted his head back slightly, pretending to relax. "What do you want? An answer?" he chuckled.
Dominic’s stare didn’t shift. His presence was suffocating enough that the man beside Grigor shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
Grigor leaned forward. That smile of his remained tugged at the corner of his mouth in a way that never reached his eyes. "I want to fuck Celeste. I want to know why Viktoria got rejected." His words were thrown out like a challenge, with a bait on a hook.
Dominic’s face didn’t change. There was not even a flicker of change in his expression. His eyes remained unreadable, like a bottomless black pool where even light drowned.
"You’ll have to toss a coin for that," he said calmly.
The words hung like smoke.
Grigor scoffed. He had expected fury. Mostly violence. He expected Dominic to raise a pistol without warning. He had exoected anything. Anything but this quiet absurdity. Tossing coins? That wasn’t Dominic’s language. Or so he thought.
However, he knew that had always been Dominic’s trap.
Grigor leaned back, his grin growing wider, as if testing the waters again. "Fine. I’ll toss the coin, and if I get the win, I’ll fuck Celeste. In exchange of fucking her, I will stay by your side." He picked up a coin from the table, prepared.
The sound of the coin scraping against the wood was too loud in the silence. He was having the time of his life, and wanted Dominic to know that.
Dominic moved slowly. He did his signature deliberate. He reached for a cigarette from Grigor’s own table.
He deliberately took his time lighting it, the spine of the light echoing sharply. Smoke curled upward, veiling his face in a thin haze. He inhaled once, then exhaled, every motion was calculated to infuriate a man like Grigor, who thrived on chaos.
"Tail." Dominic said finally, his voice was ice. "If you win, you fuck Celeste. If I win..." His eyes flicked, sharp as a blade. "I have Viktoria’s head cut off."
The cigarette burned between his fingers. His gaze never wavered. His face still didn’t let out any expression.
Grigor’s smile faltered instantly. His smile faltered in a way that was almost comical, like someone had stripped the mask from his face.
Pin drop silence suddenly poured in the room.
The man beside Grigor shifted his weight again, suddenly pale.
Dominic leaned back. Smoke spilled from his lips, and his expression still remained intact as that perfect mask of disinterest. "Go on. Toss the coin."
It scratched at every raw nerve inside him to say Celeste’s name like that. He hated to drag her into this dirt. He wanted to put a bullet in Grigor’s mouth for even speaking of her.
He wanted to put a bullet in Grigor’s head for imagining her that way, or even imagining her at all. He wanted Grigor to feel pain for just breathing her name. But this — this was better.
To let Grigor think he had permission would be better than an immediate death. He needed to let him hover over the edge of the cliff with his own coin in hand.
Grigor stared at the coin. His smirk tried to crawl back, but it didn’t quite stick. It looked so awkward as he forced it.
Seconds stretched, and no one moved or said anythhing. The weight of Dominic’s calm pressed heavier than any threat could.
After a long pause, Grigor set the coin back on the table. His fingers lingered a moment too long before he withdrew. "Change of plans," he muttered. "I’ll rather keep this coin to add to the money I’ll use to buy the flowers I’ll put on your grave."
Dominic’s jaw shifted slightly, but his eyes never changed. He took another drag from the cigarette, another slow exhale of smoke.
"I don’t have a favorite flower at the moment," he said, his voice low, and smooth as poison. "But when the time comes, I’ll let you know."
His lips barely curved into what could have been called a smile. If one didn’t know Dominic well enough, they wouldn’t have seen the warning beneath the smile.
Fortunately, Grigor knew Dominic so well to even evaluate the exact percentage of warning that smirk held.
He swallowed, his eyes still on the coin. His fingers itched to toss it. He knew he might be lucky to win but he wasn’t a fool who put all his eggs into the basket of egg.
Dominic watched Grigor with his eyes, almost amused. He leaned back further, chair creaking. He relaxed, like a man in his own living room.
"Now, I’ll ask you again." His gaze sharpened, and the calmness cracked into something colder. "Was it fear for Carlos... or hatred for me that made you do what you did?"
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