The Mysterious Demon Book 2 novel Chapter 18

-Dominic-

I smirked looking down from the door of the jet. The wind barely letting me breathe but it was a thrill nonetheless.

"You're not scared are ya?" I looked back at Harry who, like the rest of the members on board, had his gear ready to go.

I scoffed at his question, "Sure I'm the one you're supposed to be asking?" I asked back with a confident look on my face. He laughed and turned to glance at the rest before coming back round to look at me.

"I guess you're right, the only reason they're here is that they trust you know what you're doing."

I raised an eye-brow, pointing to the backpacks strapped to us, "About this?" I asked and he nods, "Oh, I've actually never done this before."

I watched in amusement as his face turns white. "What?! Dominic you're going to get us killed!"

I laugh out loud at his expression. The rest of the crew seemed to have heard my laughter over his concern which was for the best. Having one person panic was fine but having the whole place know I've never actually skydived yet am making them do it for the first time with me would then actually get us all killed.

"Just do as we trained and you'll be fine! Trust me, I was taught by a professional." I reassured him while patting his back.

The truth was, Xavier was the one who told me about how to skydive during one of our training sessions. We had gotten sidetracked from a physics lesson and he just happened to have experience which he liked distracting me with by giving me a whole synopsis on 'how to skydive' only to kick me from behind and scold me about pausing my consecutive punches.

I shook my head. What was I doing? Having my life flash before my eyes? I didn't have the pleasure. I had to give our team back up as soon as possible.

"Ready?!" I shouted, and everyone got in their positions. "WOO!" I exclaimed, jumping out of the plane first, instantly having my breath knocked out of me. For a moment, life, death, fighting, walking, living, breathing, it was all forgotten and I felt amazing. For the first time, I felt at peace. Falling through the air.

"Dominic!"

But unfortunately for me, peace wasn't really my scene. I let out my parachute and glided towards where Nick was. I had already planned beforehand that London would help the outer right, Sydney would help the outer front and Texas would help the inner right. That left me to help Nick deal with central.

After what happened to Tyler, most of the Texas division had started to fear or respect me slightly. That in itself allowed me to get to talk to them. I knew I didn't have a lot of time so planning an escape wasn't easy. The best way to do it was to have Harry and I convince them to join our side.

We came to realise that the reason this division specifically went against Nick was because of the lack of involvement. They wouldn't be involved in shipments, in plans and weren't told everything that they should have been told which then led to a lot of lack of trust. Florida promised a tighter relationship, it was more beneficial for both of them which had them agree.

Aside from that though they all had a tight friendship with Nick and the rest of the divisions and for the most part, didn't even want this to happen in the first place, rather, they needed something while Nick was away.

I used that to my advantage, convincing them that they were needed, how much Nick cares for all of them, so much so that even I -someone who didn't know any of them- could understand. Which was all true. I then ended up promising them that they'll be satisfied with the outcome of this war if they joined our side. They hesitated but ended up agreeing.

Through them, I was able to know what Florida was planning, where they'd be and what strategy they'd be using. I informed them of our plan and we made a separate one. The one we'll be using now.

"Dominic!" Nick called as I landed. I grinned at him, getting out of my parachute gear before making my way towards him.

"Hey!" I then looked to see there was a guy behind him already tied up but he wasn't unconscious like the plan said Nick would end it. He was awake and looking down at the floor. "That him?" I asked and Nick nodded back at me.

I walked up to him, crouching down in front of him which made him look up at me with confusion. "He's a little young isn't he?" I ask Nick again while flicking the kid's forehead, making his eyebrows furrow but he didn't talk back.

"He turned 23 a couple days ago, he's not that much younger than us," Nick answered which seemed to make the kid's ears perk up with surprise, turning to look at Nick

"You remembered?" Despite Nick telling me, he wasn't that much younger than us, the way he said that made me soften. It reminded me of a ten-year-old child who had thought everyone forgot about him and from what I know about Nick and his gang, I probably wasn't too far off.

This instantly made me protective over him like he was my little brother or...like a son.

Nick laughed back at him, "Of course I remembered! I buy you a new blade every year! Well, except for the last 10 years because I was in prison of course." He then reached into his backpack before taking out a long box. "Here."