I felt my insides twist in rage. I balled my fist and launched at him. Someone blocks me, hand firm around my wrist.

“ Calm down,” he spoke calmly, and released me. His leather jacket and gloves speak of a biker. Probably a Harley-Davidson motorcycle. Fit for his age and grim aura, like the cinematic portrayal of Ghost rider. 

Dominic turned, and got down from the bed.

Turns out he's just tucking in the sheets.

He smirked. “ She makes you violent. Doesn't she?” 

I loped to her ...