Dominic's Lady, Shia Naawl [ebook reader with internet browser txt] 📗

"I don't threat unless I'm willing to see it through, boy."

 Dom so movement behind Baby Hulk and it looked like the whole bear family came to join. Three males that all had similar features if not, identical, to Baby Hulk. The difference was the height but they all held the legs-shoulder-width-apart-and-arms-crossed-across-their-chest pose. It was battle stance pose. Dom tightened his grip on the machete handle. He did not like being backed at a corner. A tall female was a step forward more from Baby Hulk's brothers. The female looked like the feminine version of Daddy Hulk; short, crop, dark hair that curled slightly under her chin. She had a shade darker skin than her brother but her height was no less than 6 ft 6. Her eyes held the same amber anger glare that was directed at him. He didn't blame them for the glaring but Daddy Hulk started this mess in the first place.

The silence didn't last long as Baby Hulk's siblings started to crack grins.

"Back off pops. He's solid." Girl Hulk said and that surprised him but it surprised him more when the other to siblings nodding in agreement. 

"He has a damn big knife at your brother's throat." Daddy Hulk growled out. 

"Nothing that he didn't deserve. Brock shouldn't have intervened in the first place. That'll teach him about his ego being way to big for himself."

Baby Hulk scowled. "Shut up Ren, this doesn't concern you."

Girl Hulk eyes showed amusement. "I'm not the one who has a knife at my neck, little brother."

"What the hell is going on in my pub?" The voice it came from was another female. The mother, Dom guessed, or the owner. 

The female was slightly shorter than Girl Hulk. She had her hands on her hips and scowled at the entire situation. She had brown black hair all the way to her back in waves, and her eyes glowed in amber. Her was was feminine but there there were sharp angles on her face. Her cheekbones and jaws were very prominent. The female completely ignored the fact a knife was at his son's throat and glared at Daddy Hulk.  

"What did you do, Andrew?"

"Woman, do you not see a knife at your son's throat and you blame me?"

Ah, mother, wife and owner. Momma Hulk. 

"The man wouldn't have put it there if he didn't feel threatened. And Brock is stupid most of the time. The boy has no common sense."

"Hey-" Baby Hulk started to protest but was cut off by Momma Hulk's death glare. 

"Shut up Brock." Momma Hulk's voice sounded pissed.  

Dom didn't know what to do. Momma Hulk seemed to got the ass-whooping forward but he didn't let the machete drop though. You can never be too careful and this confused the fuck out of him. Dom wasn't sure how it came to this and what to do.

Momma Hulk wasn't finished with Daddy Hulk. "So god help me Andrew, there's been two fights inside this pub already, and if I see one more, I will have your balls for this." Daddy Hulk just growled louder and that just seemed to piss of Momma Hulk even more. "Don't you dare growl at me."

Momma Hulk brought her attention to Dom. He didn't know whether it was a bad thing or not. 

"You can put your machete down, mister." Momma Hulk glared at everyone in this pub. "No one will harm you here."

From the silence and the cast away looks, Dom believed her. The was a hell of a lot of feisty in the woman. Dom slowly moved the machete away from Baby Hulk's neck and slide it back in its sheath.  Dom remained silent as Momma Hulk assessed him. She looked him up and down before she asked "How can we help you?"

"I need a room to crash for a week or so." Dom didn't need to say more. It was self explanatory.

Just as quick as her temper started, it was just as quick to vanish.

"Of course, I'll show you to your room." Momma Hulk moved forward and held her hand out. "I'm Irene but known as Momma Bear but you can call my MB." She jutted her chin towards her husband. "Thats Andrew but known as Papa Bear but you can call him PB. The stupid one is Brock, my daughter Rena, my sons -Ethan and Garrett." 

Dom shook her hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Dominic."

MB nodded her head and walked behind the bar to a key case. Grabbing one, she walked back to him. 

"Come on then. I'll show you to your rooms. Brock can get your bags."

Dom shook his head. "Bags stay with me." As Dom picked up his bags and started to follow her.  

MB shrugged and kept on walking. "Makes no difference to me."

MB lead him upstairs and stood in front of door. She unlocked the door and walked in. Dom did a quick sweep of the place. There was a bed, table and bathroom. It wasn't much but the sheets were clean. Dom dropped the bags on the bed.  

MB dropped the keys on the table and turned to him.

"The room is fifty a night, can be paid by cash or card."

Dom nodded. "I'll pay by cash" Dom opened his wallet and gave MB enough money for five night. Before MB left, she looked back at Dom.

"I know you're not a tourist and it's not my business to ask questions but there is one rule this pub lives by. No violence on the premisses or you're out of here. I run a business and I don't need trouble or danger at my door where my family works and lives. Do we have an understanding?" 

Dom nodded and that was enough for MB as she walked out and closed the door behind her. Dom put his weapon bag under the bed and brought his clothes bag in the bathroom. Dom figured he would have a quick shower and a change of clothes before he went to the underground on Blood District.

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Publication Date: 08-01-2013

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