"You've let them know what weapons we have and the layout of the cabin. You've set us up to lose." Dom growls and steps into my bubble. "You don't have the authority to question me. I've been in war while your pretty ass didn't have to kill people not knowing whether they were your enemies or not. You have to learn to read people's true intentions, and that's what I've done. You're letting your insecurities get the best of you." Oh, hell no. "You don't think I've...I mean we—" I stop and point to the women behind me as well. "We’ve lived through hell ourselves? We’ve been put through hell by men you’re willing to trust after just one fight." "Maybe so, but if it weren't for me and my gut feelings, your ass would be dead already." His voice gets louder and his body begins to shake. Why

