The Message

My eyes fluttered open and I found Mr Valentino hovering over me, is this another dream? I frowned at his worried expression.

I sat upright and held my throbbing head in my hand. What the hell?

"Could you at least watch where you're going?" Mr Valentino asked rudely and I felt everyone else's eyes on me like cheap perfume.

"Come on sweety. Oh and Parker fuck you for being a dick and a sandwich thief." Dom hissed out before helping me up from the floor.

"I'm sorry, Joan. I wasn't looking where I was going." Parker apologised but Dom held a perfectly manicured hand in his face.

"Boy! Child! Don't even." Dom said, with a twitching eye, before we exited the room. What the hell just happened to me?

"You should go home and rest, cause we finna party tonight." Dom said seriously and I scrunched my face up.

"What the fuck just happened?" I asked.

"Parker practically ran into you. They were playing pistol tag." He explained to me and I frowned.

"Was the guns loaded?" I asked in shock and Dom