<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br/>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Saving Sara's <br/>ass...for himself! Bam!<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara, Noah, <br/>Maria, Veronica<br/><hr/></div><br/>"Nuh uh. Go have a seat Sara. We got things to discuss. " Dom said, suddenly standing in her path.<br/><br/>"The rest of you, out. " It was normally this way. On the road, Dom's bus was the most efficient way to transport most of the bulks. When it came camp time, Dom's bus was his palace. His private little empire, and he kept it to himself, and a handful of slaves he kept around to service him. Whether that meant cleaning or fucking. Sara had been lucky the last few weeks since Devon dissapeared. Dom had been letting her stay and all that was expected of her was the cleaning and cooking. Judging from his tone today, her duties were about to expand.<br/><br/>The other slaves would have to either pitch themselves tents, find a Coyote to shack up with, or sleep in the dirt. He didn't particularly care. He looked over Maria, and breifly considered keeping her on board for the fucking. But he was pretty sure she'd been riding with Giga. Dom had no doubt in his mind if it ever came to a fight he could take Giga. Even kill 'im, like he'd done everyone else he'd challenged. What he did doubt was whether or not he could take Giga without sustaining potentially crippling injuries in the process. She was a pretty little red thing, but she wasn't worth that kind of workout. Not tonight. Besides, he really did want to have a chat with Sara, about her future in the coyotes. Heh.<br/><br/>"You. Take that with you.  " 'You' being Maria, and 'that' being Noah. Noah seemed sufficiently broken that he figured it was best not to leave him wandering on his own. "Unless another Coyote comes for 'im, you're responsible for 'im til mornin'. " It was a rather arbitrary decision. Just meant to expedite the broken one's departure from the Presidential...well, Vice-Presidential Palace.