Dominic's POV
The pounding on the door wouldn't stop.
I rolled around in bed, cursing whoever decided to make my life a living hell at nearly midnight. I wasn't usually in bed at this time, but the training left me more tired than usual. My day consisted of school, work, a visit to the club and going to sleep. My social life was officially dead.
Swinging my feet from the edge of the bed, I rubbed my eyes and stood. Whoever was standing on the other side of the door was going to pay.
Doubly, I thought when I opened my bedroom door and saw Max already standing in the hallway, looking murderous. We exchanged glances and I made my way to the door, swinging it open.
"Could you go fu-"
"Let me make your backpack lighter."
I didn't even manage to finish before the fast rumble echoed in my
