Dominic's POV
The sound of their laughter doesn't sit right with me.
I'm anything but okay with the fact that my brother is within the same enclosed space as Rosie, laughing at whatever the hell he thinks is funny. If Ashton's the one telling the joke, I guarantee it isn't even funny. Yet she laughs-soft and carefree-and that's enough to drive me up the damn wall.
This isn't my M.O. I don't clench my fists until my knuckles c***k, or grind my teeth like some obsessed lunatic. Normally, I couldn't care less about what anyone else is doing with their life, let alone their love life. I really even don't give a damn about whoever Cassie talks to or don't. But this? This is something else entirely.
"You never gave a f**k because none of them were your mate," Ryk growls inside my head, low
