Dom's Absolution

Ch. 2 - Hurricane

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"Dove l'oro parla, ogni lingua tace.
Where gold speaks, 
every tongue is silent."

- Italian Proverb
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Chapter 2 - Hurricane

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Pulling his mobile phone out of his pants pocket, Dominic answered, "What is it? Now? What a fucking day this is turning out to be! Alright, alright, I'm coming! Tell O'Doherty I said to fucking wait! Have Leconte meet us there as well."

As I listened to Dominic's commanding voice, I bit my bottom lip even harder.

Hearing him bark out orders made my knees wobble. I was always intrigued by the way he usually addressed everyone outside of the residence by their last names.

With an annoyed grunt, Dominic hung up the phone and muttered, "Goddamn Irish, always so impatient!"

Knowing that he had to leave, I sighed as I looked up at him and brazenly admired his appearance.

He had just recently turned thirty-three years old, and I still marvelled at the fact that he did not look his age whatsoever. Dominic's face had a sort of youthful appearance, which I think was due to his rare skin colouring, or rather lack there off, coupled with his attractive facial features.

I remembered making a joke that he was a vampire. Needless to say, I never repeated such in front of him ever again.

Dominic's pale face and hairless jawline had always been handsome to me, even if others called him a freak. The fact that his hair had a glossy silvery white tint made it seem like he had no eyebrows as they blended against his skin.

His smooth, unnaturally pallid tone was perfect, minus a few scars, the one over his right eye being my absolute favourite. I felt like it added character to his otherwise flawless image.

I was never told the whole story behind his appearance.

All I knew was that he suffered from a skin condition called universal vitiligo, which had gotten worse over the years. I did not know why his body hair was silvery white in colour. But this had only added to the almost supernatural appeal that he had. When I was younger, I had often likened him to a mystical creature with fairy-like hair.

Nevertheless, as I grew older, I realised that there was more to the story surrounding Dominic's appearance. I hoped that perhaps one day he would open up to me about it.

I had always loved the colour of his hair and took every opportunity I could to run my fingers through it, that is, when he allowed it. I was still dumbfounded by the knowledge that even though Dominic never liked people touching him, for some reason, he allowed me to.

Unfortunately, I would get carried away at times and overdid it, resulting in him having to put some distance between us.

With a sigh, my eyes continued to observe him, appreciating the crisp white shirt and dark purple slacks that he wore. I loved how Dominic always had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows once he was home, revealing some of his tattoos.

To me, his beautiful black forearm tattoos were a work of art.

On his right inner forearm was a blacked-out tattoo. It illustrated a candle that started at his right wrist, with smoke rising up and disappearing under the sleeve of his shirt to a skull that lay hidden under the material.

The tattoo on his outer left arm was that of his face, a sinister smile with flames swirling around from behind with an Ace of Spades card. The black flames looked almost alive as they whirled and disappeared on his upper arm.