dominic spada...

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the  laundromat  had  always  been  a  place  of  tranquility  ,  a  place  away  from  all  the  chaos.  she’s  on  her  second  load  of  laundry  ,  two  more  to  go.  luckily  it’s  her  day  off  so  she’s  not  in  much  of  a  hurry.  homework  was  sprawled  all  over  the  folding  table  no  regard  to  anyone  else  that  might  need  it.  ❛  this  is  too  fucking  much.  ❜

Between hours at the morgue and then working her other job, it was a wonder how in the world Myriam could stay awake for so long. After years of doing it though, she had grown used to it. That and lots of coffee. Although, after the long day and night she’d had, she wanted a drink instead of a coffee. Myriam sat at the bar, but no one had come out yet. She waited for a few minutes before taking it upon herself to walk behind the bar to grab something for herself. When someone else came in, they waved her down. “I don’t work here. Just helping myself. Don’t worry. I’ll pay for it.”

The lift to his brow never ceased while Dom made his way from the front doors to the bar. “Oh, I know ya don’t.” There was a small measure of authority in his tone and an amused smile slung across his lips. “I’m here enough t’know who’s meant to be back there and who ain’t.” For all intents and purposes, Hole in the Wall was Wolves territory. On any given night you’d be able to find him and a few of the guys sat along the stools. That kind of frequency lent to familiarity and - although ballsy enough to handle a room full of bikers from the looks of it - the brunette helping herself wasn’t part of the usual staff rotation. “S’just wavin’ for you to take a seat. Probably go down a hell of a lot smoother if they catch me back there instead’a you.” 

Dominic Spada. 31. Sgt. at Arms for the Desert Wolves and part time bouncer at Silk. 

USMC vet who’s been a fully patched member with the Desert Wolves for going on 10 years now (one of which he spent in jail). 

Been the club’s Sgt. at Arms ever since Woody went to High State.

Aside from when he was still active duty and stationed elsewhere or deployed he’s always lived in Clearmont.

Fun fact: although his parents opted to stay out of the life entirely (and 10/10 don’t approve), his family is actually in league with the Devils. Uncles, cousins, etc. are all patched in, but circumstance and personal choice led Dom to prospect with the Wolves all those years ago. 

He’s typically a friendly and carefree guy, the kind you always see laughing and not taking himself seriously, but don’t let appearances deceive you because he is ALWAYS aware of his surroundings. It’s both a product of his nature and a product of his military career.

Is a professional sniper and has basically never missed a shot ever. If he misses it’s probably bc he wasn’t tryna to kill you. This time. Congrats.

Fights for the club and for fun and is 1000% the one who always ends up in some scrape or another during parties at the clubhouse. Usually it ends well, but if he’s genuinely pissed tf off something in his brain switches off and bodies get broken. Whoops.

He’s without a doubt committed to the club and would gladly kill or die for any one of his brothers. 

Aside from his high school sweetheart who up and left him without explanation right before his first deployment (hello WC), he’s never had a serious relationship. He didn’t want to drag anybody else into his unpredictable military life and ever since getting out his focus has been entirely on the club/what’s needed from him. It does, and probably always will, come before anything else. 

Dom doesn’t give a shit if you kill someone, tbh, but DO. NOT. DISRESPECT. WOMEN. 

Legit. Just don’t do it. There are a lot of things that could set off his trigger happy temper, but that is without fail the #1 way to find yourself in a roadside grave as far as he’s concerned. 

Dee could both sense and see the anger coming from him, and truth be told, she couldn’t blame him. What she did had been horrible, just breaking both their hearts because of something her parents told her she should do, ruining any chance of a future together, and that decision rested solely on her shoulders. If it was going to weigh on anybody’s shoulders, it was going to be on hers. Dee never expected open arms around this place, not when she has changed so much and hurt so many people, and opting for the friendly route was the only thing she could offer Dom, since she very well couldn’t be mad at him for dealing with what she made happen. “I- Well-” Dee wasn’t entirely sure what that meant so she decided to just keep her mouth shut about it. This was unfamiliar territory for her, the feeling of being completely unsure how to act, but she couldn’t let him see that. She couldn’t let anybody see that. “I have some business to attend to here, and we’re putting up another hotel in Las Vegas. I have to oversee everything until the hotel is up and running so I’m going to be here for awhile,” Dee said, her voice slightly clipped. Detached and professional, that was all she could be when it came to people, and it looked like that was all she could be to Dom too since she very well can’t show her true feelings for everything that has happened. “I never expected that from you, or anybody here for that matter. I’m just here to do my job and then I’ll be gone,” Dee said, looking at him straight in the eyes. “How… how are you?” She asked. She wasn’t sure why she was making small talk with him but she was mature enough to do this, right? She also had to admit she was curious as to how he ended up being a part of the local motorcycle club, when the last time they talked, he was on leave, all those years ago. 

Dee always made Dom’s blood run hot, but in the past it’d been for entirely different reasons. Now, as he blinked back at her with an incredulous expression etched across his features, the only thing simmering in his veins was barely restrained irritation. What answer was he actually expecting? It’s not like she would’ve up and claimed she’d come back for him all these years later. He didn’t even want that. The way she remained so composed and emotionless ate away at him, though. From the look of it you wouldn’t even know they used to be anything to each other let alone a couple madly in love. Instead of the girl he remembered, the one ready and willing to raise her middle fingers high to the parents who tried to put her in a cage, she was like corporate Barbie... calmly going through the various details of her business endeavors like they were strangers discussing the weather. Dom was almost tempted to push her up against the exterior of Lenny’s and capture her mouth in a heated kiss - right there in front of the entire town - if only to see her flustered. It’d be a damn good change from the detachment he saw projected back at him in her eyes. “Sólo curiosidad ... ¿Papá empujó ese palo hasta el culo esta vez o lo consiguió allí todo por su cuenta?” Even spoken in a language she probably wouldn’t understand it was still harsh and he knew it. As soon as the foreign words impulsively flew from his mouth, stemming from his frustration, he regretted it. A sound, half growl and half sigh, grated up his throat as the man lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose between calloused fingers. He needed to reign it in--- fast. Lashing out at a woman, no matter what his feelings toward her, was a habit he refused to pick up. “Leavin’ sure is your specialty, ain’t it? Glad to see some things never change, querida.” Even with the small term of endearment tacked onto the end his tone was anything but affectionate. With a bitter laugh he finally dropped his hand and took a step closer, head cocked to the side as he really looked at her. “How am I?” Two seconds away from hitting his own head against the bricks, for one thing. “I’m doin’ just fine, Dee. Made a real nice life for myself since you’ve been gone. I’d tell ya all ‘bout it but I doubt you have time to pencil me in between your lil multi-million dollar deals ‘n power lunches.” As a rough swallow traveled through him Dom met her gaze, brows furrowed with disappointment. “---Why bother askin’? You ‘n I both know we ain’t ever gonna be friends after the way you left and, from that blank look on your face, it’s pretty fuckin’ clear you don’t even care.”

Despite being off the clock, Amelia knew she was supposed to be professional when talking about her job but his words paired with the exhaustion she felt had her laughing. They both knew that he knew all about it, something that was so incredibly amusing to her considering the way he tried to play it off – morbid, she was aware, yet she couldn’t stop herself. “Right, you know nothing,” she nodded slowly, one hand moving up to cover her mouth as she tried to stifle her laughter, her gaze scanning over the coffee shop to make sure they hadn’t caught the attention of anyone else in there. “Either way, it doesn’t matter,” she spoke once her laughter had faded, though an amused look was still evident on her features as her gaze focused on the man. “Besides the bruises, there’s no evidence of foul play and he wasn’t found in a container or a trunk so there’s nothing to connect those theories you know absolutely nothing about with this guy,” she shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of coffee. “Though I appreciate the insight.”

“Listen---” holding out both hands palms forward Dom expelled another throaty chuckle, “I’m just an everyday guy tryna make it day to day. Don’t know what impressions you’ve gotten but...” As his speech trailed off they locked eyes and it sent him right back into another fit of rumbling laughter. She hardly needed an impression when she was armed with the truth. The Wolves were hardly the worst around, but at the end of the day they lived by their own rules and took matters into their own hands. Dom might not have been behind her most recent examination, but chances were eventually it would happen if it hadn’t already. The only promise he would ever make in that sense was that he only went to those lengths when absolutely necessary--- in his eyes, at least. Tipping back more of the coffee in his hands he gave a short nod, still grinning as if they were discussing vacations or funny movies they’d seen over the past week. “'Course. I’m a helpful guy,” his dark gaze strayed briefly to the curve of her mouth as he finished, “real good with my hands, too, if you ever need an extra set durin’ those long nights.”

“Actually, yeah. You better make sure it’s really nice, Dom. You gotta treat your future wifey right, right?” Callie teasingly said, looking up from the refrigerator to shoot him a playful smirk. The pact itself was pretty silly and she was pretty sure they weren’t completely sober when it was brought about in the first place, but she had to admit that there was some sort of comfort that came with having Dom around, and spending the rest of her life with him wasn’t something she was opposed to at all. That was going to happen anyways since he was her best friend and no matter what happened, she would always be around for him, craving for his presence and his company and she knew he’d always be around for her too. “Happy wife, happy life and all that,” she added with a giggle. “Well, big boy, I know you can handle yourself but this is me you’re talking to. You know I’m always gonna worry about you,” Callie said sincerely, showing him a small smile as she walked towards him and grabbed the beer he opened for her. She giggled at his joke and playfully nudged him with her hip as she stood beside him. “I’m not your mama, but you bet you got me feeling like I am with the shit you make me put up with on a daily basis,” she teasingly said before taking a sip. “Not that I mind though,” she added, not wanting him to feel like he was a burden on her or anything of that kind because that was the farthest thing from the truth. In reality, Callie hated seeing him hurt but she loved that he went to her, trusted her enough to patch him up and to fawn over his well-being. “What are you talking about, Dom? You’re my hero, and don’t you go convincing yourself otherwise. I mean, I don’t need one but you’re my knight in shining leather, riding on the very noble Harley, off to save the stripper in distress,” Callie chuckled before clapping her hands at the sound of the microwave, letting the both of them know that the popcorn was ready and they can finally go settle down and watch that movie together. “Thank you, cariño. I’m not ready to lose Old Betsy just yet and I’m pretty sure she still has some more life in her. She’s not a quitter,” Callie said, getting the bowl from the microwave and gesturing towards her beer. Being around him for years has made her catch on some of the Spanish words he constantly used and not only did she love the language itself, but she loved calling people terms of affection, almost as much as she loved it when people called her terms of affection too. “Can you get that for me, please?” She said before leading the way back to her living room and flopping down on her couch. “My panties are going to stay dry, thank you very much, but I have a feeling my eyes won’t. It’s just so… sad, you know? They could’ve been really happy together but her parents didn’t allow it, but it is sickeningly sweet - and you can tease me about it all you want - but they found their way back to each other! If that’s not the sweetest thing in the world, then I don’t know what is. Now, come on,” she said, patting the space beside her before leaning forward to play the movie from her laptop, which by the help of the HDMI chord, was projected on the television right in front of them. “Are you serious, cariño? Haven’t you ever been so head over heels in love, with the whole butterflies in your stomach and all the heart eyes and all that? At one point, didn’t you ever picture yourself settling down and having a family with someone?” She asked, turning her attention towards him because the opening credits weren’t enough to hold her attention just yet. “And they died together. That’s… a little morbid but also kind of sweet? Sort of… well, okay, not really, but their story before that was pretty sweet. Painful, but satisfying. If I’m going to end up crying, it’s all your fault,” Callie said with a light laugh.

“Alright--- just for that I’m goin’ fuckin’ penguin on your ass and givin’ you nothing but a god damn pebble off the streets.” His joking declaration was matched with a pair of dark orbs narrowed in her direction. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Calle would accept any ring, no matter who was putting it on her finger, but he had to give her a hard time for the response, anyways. It was just how they worked. Just for laughs he was already planning to look for the ugliest rock he could find outside of work that night to gift her at the end of their shifts. Tipping his beer back Dom swallowed a heavy gulp and then finally pushed away from the counter, grabbing her beer as well and following her steps toward the living room. “Don’t need some fancy ass blinged out ring to know I’ll be keepin’ my girl more than happy,” his mouth edged into a lewd grin as his brows gave a suggestive wiggle, “trust me.” She’d have to considering it wasn’t like she was about to find out personally. Their friendship was the closest he had outside of the club, but they weren’t close like that... As if talking up his sex life was the most normal thing in the world ( and it kind of was ) Dom gave nothing more than a laugh after that and sank down onto the couch cushions beside her. It only took a matter of seconds before he was falling sideways, landing the back of his head dead center in her lap. When it came to hanging out at Callie’s place he made himself right at home. “I sure hope you’re not my mom... that’d be awkward as hell considerin’ I’ve seen your tits a time or two up on that pole... how would I explain that to dad? Does he even know about your double life? I mean shit--- this is gunna make for one hell of a next family dinner...” Glancing up at her from his position below he held a serious expression for one, maybe two, beats and then erupted into laughter. It seemed he couldn’t stop, either, because the noise continued to overshadow the sound of the TV for a solid half minute before he finally calmed down enough to gulp in a full breath. As he laid there staring up at her a depth of sincerity washed over his relaxed features. “I know you ain’t ever gunna stop worryin’ about me but... face it, Cal. I’m always gunna come home bleedin’ ‘n broken,” assuming he came home at all, “no use stressin’ yourself out over the small shit,” he continued as a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes began to form against his mouth, “it’ll just give ya wrinkles on that pretty face and, let’s be real here, it’s your money maker.” Well, that and a few of her other assets, but he was going to keep that particular comment to himself for once. “Let me come to the rescue for a change n’ just relax.” Whether that meant by fixing her truck or giving her yet another ride to work on the back of his bike didn’t really matter. She took care of him in more ways than just patching up his wounds after a rough night. There was an intense need coiling in the pit of his stomach to see her taken care of, too. Dom did the best he could on any given day, but he knew even that usually wasn’t enough. The club took up so much of his time--- it was hard to be there every time she called and needed a hand. Being able to promise her those two small things and actually mean it mattered to him. Thinking about it, even for those few seconds, seemed to bring a heavier weight to the mood so with a quiet clearing of his throat Dom flashed her a lopsided grin. “And for the record? I’m layin’ in your lap... I’ll be able to tell if you’re lyin’ about them panties.” Yep--- with the flash of a wink he was back. Chortling over his own joke he finally turned his head to look at the screen, reaching up and over blindly to grab a handful of popcorn out of her bowl. “As serious as a cop askin’ me if I had anythin’ to do with a few dead Dragons...” So maybe that was a lie... once upon a time he thought himself in love, but it hadn’t quite worked out the way he’d imagined at the time. The brutal and confusing ending to that relationship just served to prove to him that love didn’t exist. How could it when the one person who you always thought would be there for you no matter what could so easily walk away? Before any sign of bitterness could settle in his cleared his throat again and stared at the opening scene playing out across the screen. “I already have a family and every last one’a ‘em has a Wolves kutte on their back. Don’t need much more than that.” Of course he did, but it’d be a cold day in hell before he admitted it out loud. Wanting that sort of thing wasn’t healthy because it wasn’t going to happen. Shoving another palm of popcorn into his mouth he stayed quiet and chewed through the bite, only picking back up once it safely cleared his throat. “I’ll take the blame, just don’t go gettin’ makeup all over my shirt if your tears get the best of you. It’s one’a my nice ones.” Meaning it looked exactly the same as all the rest--- faded black from the sun but still dark enough to hide anything and everything that might come his way.

“I guess we will.” Paxton knew she would eventually be able to convince them completely but until then, she was just going to keep being herself and take any opportunity to advance her standing with them. The thought of the trouble she would get in if she was to be found out, was something that played in the back of her mind, however if she got in with them, she would hope they’d look out for her. Prison was not a place for someone like her. As the smirk reappeared on his face, Paxton could only match it as if it was contagious, “You’re definitely talking with Pax the person. I left the cop at the front door to be honest with you.”

“Does a cop ever really stop bein’ a cop?” Dom questioned in return; he actually meant it seriously, but the same easy smirk never quite disappeared from his lips. Whatever answer she might’ve given he didn’t wait to hear it. Reaching out a hand for Pax to take he gave her his back, steering her through the crowded room for the second time that night. When they’d reached an emptier stretch of the clubhouse bar he braced a hand on the wood, using the hold to hop himself right over the top until boot clad feet landed on the other side. “Alright, Pax---” clearing off the surface with a careless swipe of his hand he gave it a pat, far too much amusement igniting in his gaze, “get up n’ lay down.”

Amelia couldn’t stop the soft laugh that spilled from her lips at his words – a morbid sense of humor was something she’d quickly adapted once she’d begun her residency in the ME’s office years ago, and it wasn’t often she found people with the same kind of humor. “I’m glad whoever did this could stop themselves because I’d still be working if they hadn’t,” she nodded, taking another sip of her coffee before setting the mug down on the table. His words had her nodding slowly, she’d come to understand quickly how the town worked and it was so far from what she was used to back in New York, but perhaps that was exactly what made it so thrilling, in a way. “Positional asphyxiation,” she replied, though it still didn’t feel quite right. “He had bruises all over, but nothing to indicate that his death had been anything but accidental and a result of positional asphyxiation,” she sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “It wasn’t an accident, I just can’t prove it and it bothers me.”

Juice: Is your hand stuck in that vending machine?

Happy: I paid for my fucking rolos.