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Diamond in the Rough

Chapter 17: My Kryptonite

By: LoveInk

Vince pushed his car as fast as it would go on his way to Alex's house. The need to make sure she was all right overwhelmed him. Like Dom, he had not missed the way Tran had looked at her and it didn't sit well with him. He knew the Trans had a kid like Jesse who hacked into police files; they could easily get her name and address. The thought of them paying her a visit when she was alone and unprotected made him sick to his stomach.

He got out and ran to the door, pressing the doorbell repeatedly until she finally opened it. As soon as she saw him, she threw her arms him. "Oh thank God," she murmured, burying her face into his chest.

He held her tightly against him, gently lifting her off her feet and walking her back into the house. "You okay, Tiny?" he asked, setting her back down on the ground.

She nodded, pulling away to look up at him. "I'm fine, big guy," she said giving him a shaky smile. "Just a little scared."

Vince nodded in understanding. He tenderly pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, eyeing the small cut on her bruised cheek. It looked bad."If I see those Trans again…"

"I'm all right, big guy," she repeated. "It's just a small cut. Nothing to hurt anyone over."

"Have you seen it, Tiny? It looks bad," he said brushing his thumb over the small cut. "C'mon, let's clean you up," he said, taking her hand and pulling her into the bathroom. "Where's your first aid kit?" he questioned, already looking through her cabinets.

"You don't remember?" she teased, smiling when he rolled his eyes at her. "It's under the sink," she murmured while she examined her face in the mirror. Her cheek really did look awful. She pushed on the purple area around the cut and hissed in pain.

Vince looked at her like she was crazy. "What the hell are you doing? That's a bruise, sweetheart. It's gonna hurt when you touch it."

"Yeah, I realize that now," she said feeling a little foolish. "It's just weird that it's on my face."

"You've never been hit in the face before?" he asked with a smirk. "Sit," he ordered, gesturing to the counter.

She shook her head no as she jumped up onto the counter. "I'm good at ducking."

His rumbling laugh filled the small bathroom, making her smile. She knew he'd get a kick out of that. "Tiny, I'd love to know who you've been fighting."

"My sister, naturally," she said with a devilish grin as he put alcohol onto a cotton ball. She eyed the small ball of white fluff with extreme disdain. "Please don't put that on my face."

"Too late," he said, quickly passing the cotton over the cut.

She hissed in pain, her eyes glaring up at him angrily. "I hate you," she stated flatly.

He chuckled as he continued wiping the blood off her face. "Liar," he said, dipping his head to catch her lips in a quick kiss.

She smiled up at him as he searched the first aid kit for an ice pack. "How'd you get so good at this first aid stuff?" she asked, curiously.

"I've had more than enough cuts and bruises to know how to take care of them," he answered with a shrug.

"You clean yourself up? Mia doesn't help?"

Vince shook his head. "Mia doesn't help because she thinks I deserve it most of the time. Says that if I start shit, I should deal with the consequences by myself."

"I'd gladly clean you up," Alex said winking at him seductively.

"Just how hard did he hit you?" he questioned, surprised at the innuendo in his usually innocent girlfriend's tone. Her hands slipped underneath his shirt and trailed over his abs making his blue eyes glaze over with lust as he swallowed thickly. "You sure you're all right?"

"Yes," she insisted. "I just got a little scared."

Vince raised an eyebrow wondering where she was going with that statement. "Just a little?" he questioned with a grin. He gently lifted the ice pack and pressed it against her cheek holding it there as he kissed her forehead. "I was ready to shoot Jack Tran in the face."

Her hands rubbed over his sides before moving to his back where they came up against a cold piece of metal tucked into the waist band of his jeans. She tugged the gun out of his jeans and held it in between them. "Vince…" she began, her eyes filling with worry.

He took the gun from her hands and set it on the sink beside her. "It was just a precaution, Tiny. It wasn't likely I'd need it."

"Right," she said on a breath.

"Besides, I prefer to use my fists instead," he said, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Like a real man?"

Jokingly, he raised his arm up, flexing his muscles. "Of course. These guns are the best guns."

Alex laughed, reaching out a hand to squeeze one of his biceps. "Oh you're so manly and strong, Vince," she teased, her voice in a high falsetto, no doubt mocking the racing skanks. "Please, please feel free to have your way with me."

"If you say so." In one fluid motion, he lifted her off the counter and flung her over his shoulder. She giggled the whole way to the bedroom, smacking his butt a few times on the trek. Once in the room, he flipped her onto the bed before attacking her with his lips.

After having some fun, they lay there in bed panting. Alex lay on top of him, her chest against his. His fingers gently traced the planes of her face, caressing every curve and line. "You're amazing," he murmured quietly.

She smiled sleepily up at him. "Thanks. You're pretty cool, too," she replied, giggling when he rolled his eyes. She caught his hand in hers, briefly studying his knuckles. They were a swollen and red. "Who'd you hit?"

He flexed them briefly, wincing as a small pain traveled up his arm. "Dominic."

Her green eyes widened in shock. "Why?" she asked, sliding off of him. She rested her head on his heart, its soft beat lulled her into a state of relaxation.

"Because of what he said," he explained, draping his arm over her hip. "I would've done it right then and there, but I wanted to get the hell out of there before they came back."

"You didn't have to do that," she said looking up at him.

He shrugged a shoulder. "I did. No one talks about my girl like that."

She brushed soft kisses over his injured knuckles. "My Superman," she said on a sigh.

"What happened to knight in shining armor?" he asked.

"Superman's better," she said around a yawn. "Knights always have a chink in their armor."

"Superman has Kryptonite."

"You don't," she murmured sleepily, her eyes fluttering closed.

He smiled when he felt her breathing get heavier; she always fell asleep first. He lay there stroking her hair thinking about what she said. She'd been wrong. He did have a weak spot; her.

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~Love Ink