I widened my eyes, shocked at how different his voice sounded. He looked absolutely terrifying now that he wasn't smiling. He looked as if he had the chance, Marco and all his men would be dead. I looked at Marco when he chuckled and shook my head at him; he was only pissing them off more by laughing.
I got a bit lightheaded then and felt myself droop a bit but the leg behind me held me up. The man who was behind me whistled for Marco's attention, and when he got it he said, "She is going to go any minute."
"Put her up here then," Marco snapped.
Damien grabbed a hold of Alannah when the man who was behind me lifted me to my feet and held onto me as he moved me over to the booth where Marco was sat. I instantly slumped forward onto the table, and Dominic's roar barely registered with me.
"Give it a rest, bro. She took a knock to the head, but she is okay," Trent's voice sang merrily.
"Trent?" all the brothers said in unison. I couldn't see them, but I could hear the shock in their voices.
"Happy to see me?" Trent snickered.
"What the fuck is going on?" Alec shouted.
"I'll tell you," Damien growled from the floor. "Marco lied when he said I killed Trent. He just wanted an easy way to pull you four deep into the business, and saying that working for him would be protection for me was the perfect opportunity."
"We buried the little prick though," Ryder's voice snapped.
"No," Damien said, his voice hollow. "We buried Nala. Trent killed her when she found out he wasn't really dead."
The room filled with silence until Trent said, "And the slut was pregnant with his kid as well. Talk about shit luck for her."
"Pregnant?" the brothers spluttered.
"She told me the day mom and dad were killed," Damien said sadly.
"That was why you'd been distant? Not because of mom and dad but because of Nala?" Dominic asked.
"I thought she fucking left on purpose with my kid so yeah, I've been messed up about that, but now I know she is dead and so is my kid. Having this prick haunting me every night because I thought I had killed him wasn't fun either."
"Does that make me the man of your dreams, D?" Trent voice asked.
I forced my eyes open when Marco chuckled under his breath. He wasn't looking at me; he was looking down at Damien and Alannah. He had his gun on the table but it wasn't in his hand, it was next to him. Either he was cocky or just plain stupid because all the brothers had guns in their hands, and he was sat on the booth with his gun just casually lying on the table in front of him like they weren't a threat.
Either he thought I was out cold, or he didn't think I would make a play for his gun. He was wrong on both counts because as soon as he lifted his hand to reach for another cigarette inside his coat pocket, I shot my hand forward and grabbed the gun.
I fumbled with it for a second but once I got a grip on the handle, I placed my finger on the trigger and pointed it directly at Marco's head. Marco's eyebrows almost touched his hairline as he looked down the barrel of his own gun. When he flicked his eyes to me, he smiled and said, "Damn, Irish, you sure know how to play a man."
I forced my eyes to stay open and my arm to hold the gun up. "Tell your men to back off or I swear to God, I will pull this trigger and kill you. I'm not afraid to do it."
"Stay where you are!" I heard one of Marco's men growl.
"Unless you want your boss's brains all over the place, I'd advise you to let me go to my girl or she will kill him. Trust me on that."
Trent growled from behind Damien and Alannah. He stepped fully into my view and spat in my direction before he said, "She's bluffing, she doesn't have it in her to pull that trigger."
"I wouldn't put money on that," Kane's voice said as I heard footsteps come from behind me.
"Hey, pretty girl," Dominic's voice said from my right as he slid into the booth next to me.
My hand was shaking and tears were in my eyes.
"I could kill him and make all this go away, I could do it," I said to Dominic without looking away from Marco, who actually started to look nervous.
"I know you can baby, but this piece of shit isn't worth it," Dominic said and carefully reached for me.
I leaned a little away from him. "He wants to take you away from me, and I won't let him. You're mine, not his!"
I could feel Dominic get closer to me, he kissed my shoulder and whispered, "I'm already yours, pretty girl."
I started to cry then.
"Give me the gun," he whispered. "That's it, good girl,"
I lowered my arm down a little but still had the gun in my hand when a bang sounded around the room. I screamed and my hand instinctively pulled the trigger on the gun causing an even louder bang to ring in my ears. I dropped the gun as a shockwave of pain flew up my arm, I thought I was somehow shot, but after a second, I realised it was the force of the gun going off that hurt me.