Too Late To Let It Go

As if the guilt over Jeff hadn't been enough, or the fact that they could have lost Danny as well during this whole mess, it was just getting worse. Everything had been laid out perfectly, every precaution taken, the plan gone over a hundred times...and still it was a clusterfuck. And now? Now she was taken, not safe in Australia, and every last sense he had that kept him somewhat together was thrown out the window.

His attempts at being quiet failed as Iago suddenly burst into the room, just as Dom chucked the burner across the room where it shattered against the wall. Near him, there was a hole in the drywall, and he realized his knuckles were bleeding from where he'd struck the brick underneath.

Wide, dark eyes finally regarded Iago, noticing Danny slowly drifting closer from the living room as well from over the man's shoulder. There was an array of emotions playing over Dominic's face as he began to pace back and forth like a caged lion- he didn't know whether to be fully angry, to be worried and frantic, or to just completely crumble to the ground.

"I have to go back," he explained in a rush. "I have to- she's been..." He was stammering and getting frustrated over the fact. "I don't fuckin' know who the bastard is, but Rosa-" Dom winced, remembering suddenly that that wasn't her real name. "Mariella-" he corrected, looking like he didn't understand that, either. "She's been taken. She didn't make it to the plane."

No, he likely wasn't making any sense, mainly because he didn't fully understand it himself. All he knew was that she was taken, she was in danger, and he was about to completely lose his shit without thinking. This wasn't like him, and now Iago was stepping into the lion's den, daring to tell him he couldn't do something.

Like fuck he couldn't!

That actually halted him in his steps, turning to regard his friend with a look that made it appear as though he hadn't heard him correctly. Or, it was more of a, what the hell did you just say? expression, and Iago was already on thin ice.

"Well, she is my problem. My problem, not yours." Dom said that he had to go back- he wasn't asking for Iago's help. He wasn't asking for anyone's help because, well...that hadn't ended well last time. But the fact that Riv was trying to tell him to forget about Mariella was strangely just making him more on edge.

He was taking steps towards the door, but paused when he saw Danny step closer, practically blocking his departure, and he wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not.

'You shouldn't have even called her, what were you thinking?'

Dom staggered back a couple of steps, running a hand down his face in frustration. "I shouldn't have let her go at all!" he confessed in aggravation, and it was as close to a confession as they were going to get. "I'm not leaving her behind. I'm going, now back off." He wasn't asking for permission.

Suddenly, Iago was yelling, and normally it would have made Dominic back down, but this time? All it did was anger him more. Jeff's death had been enough for him to sink beneath the guilt, but now he was crumbling further with the idea that he could lose another. Mariella didn't deserve this, despite whatever lies she had told him. He believed that much.

'You're our problem!'

"Riv, maybe we should-" It was Danny, clearly trying to intervene and likely get them both to cool down as he leaned there in the doorway. If he wasn't injured, Dom might've been crazy enough to just shove him aside.
Instead, he interrupted the man, "I didn't ask to be your problem!"

Iago wasn't done, trying to yell and drill common sense into him, but all Dominic could think about was the danger Ella was in, and the danger he didn't want any of these men to be a part of. It was his mistake, his alone.

'I'm sorry, but let her go.'

That wasn't the right thing to say.

Dom rushed forward then, shoving Riv's chest hard. "Don't you fuckin' dare," he growled. "If it was any one of us, you wouldn't be saying that! And if it were Janie?" There was no implication in his voice, other than the fact that they all considered the woman a comrade. Unknown to him, he might've just struck a different nerve.

More screamed words, and suddenly, Iago's fist connected with his face.

Dominic stumbled back, his calves hitting the edge of the bed as he blinked from the pain. His comrade was yelling again before a second punch nearly knocked him back. He had to shake his head to try and clear away the stars, but like the brute he was, Dom was immediately charging at him; fingers curling into his shirt to shove him back. This time he didn't let go and was pushing him up into a wall.

"Then it's a damn trap!" It was taking every strength of his will not to punch him back, knowing Riv made sense but also knowing he wasn't. He pulled him from the wall, only to shove him once again back into it. "Don't act like I forced you to come here!" he all but screamed in his face. He let him go, taking a step back before eyeing the Millers as well, ignoring the blood dripping from his nose. "You all made the fuckin' choice! But, hey, if you need to feel better and blame someone, I'll be the bad guy. Just throw more guilt on me!"

He was completely off the rails now, back-stepping away from Iago with his arms out wide, daring any one of them to strike him again.

"It stopped being a perfect plan when Redfly decided to get greedy!" he countered. And because it had been his plan, Dominic couldn't help but feel like every single one of them blamed him for what went down. He knew he should argue it, knew it wasn't exactly true because he had no control over Jeff's actions, but he was taking the blame anyway. He was taking all of the blame and letting it crush him beneath the weight.

Still, they could have said no. Perhaps everyone in that room were greedy to an extent.

"Are you blaming me for that now, too?" Dom said before he could stop himself when Iago mentioned wanting to be high. He was raging, his fingers curling into his palms because he wanted to strike, to lash out in hopes that Riv would just pound his face in so he couldn't worry about any of this anymore. Except, that need to protect Ella was what held him back. He had to leave, he had to get out of there. He didn't have all the time in the world to figure out how to get her back. Time was running out.

His teeth hurt from clenching his jaw so tightly, noticing Josh rush in with Danny close behind him. But he didn't look to them, because Iago was spewing more foolish words, and for whatever reason, the fact that his friend didn't understand was what made him just snap again. Especially when he mentioned, for what felt like the hundredth time, that Jeff was dead.

So, it was his turn to punch, aiming straight for the man's jaw.

Maybe a part of him did want to join Redfly.

It was the question about "this girl" that had really made him attack, and before he could throw a second punch, he forced himself to back away.

"SHE'S EVERYTHING!" he belted out. He nearly shuddered at his own words, as if he was surprised by them, but those dark eyes still blazed hot with anger at Iago. "She's everything I'm not, everything I could've had but denied myself because of that fuckin' job!" Now that he was talking and spilling out truths, he couldn't seem to stop...until he finally felt the desperation replace the rage and his entire body slackened. His voice lowered in exhaustion, "And I just...let her go, man. I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have let her go."