Page 101 of Heirs of Havoc

Thud!

Blinking doesn’t take it back.

Neither does shaking my head.

The ringing in my ears is hard to ignore, so loud that it’s all I hear. It’s deafening and when it dissipates, the pounding of my heart takes over.

Trying to swallow is near impossible, my throat dry and tight. The room tilts and when I’m able to bring my eyes to the ground, to where my dad lays, I know there’s no going back. The blood pooling around his body proves it. So does the bullet to his skull.

Dom grins. “Good girl.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

“Mia.”

Firm hands land on my shoulders.

“Mia.”

Dom singing my name warbles in and out my head, but I’m too focused on the decision I’ve made.

The decision to end this.

To end him.

SLAP!

My head whips to the side, the ringing in my head coming to a stop as a fire erupts on my cheek. It’s the only thing to bring my eyes away from my father’s fucking corpse.

Martin Merlo is dead.

My trembling hand comes to my cheek, the gun still tight in the other.

A warmth comes on top of it before Dominik comes into focus. Blood smears across his cheek, his grey eyes boring into mine. "There you are."

“D-did…” I can hardly speak, my brows lowering. “Did you just slap me?”

“Yes.” Prick. “We need to get the fuck out of here.” When my eyes drop to my dad, my stomach coils. If I stare any longer, I’m going to puke. Dom’s fingers land on my cheek, his thumb on the other. With a squeeze, he brings my gaze to him. “Now, Mia.”

“I—We …” It’s easy to ignore the sting running through my face knowing what’s behind Dominik. A dead mafia don. My dead father. “Fuck. Fuck!”

“Mia, I need you to focus.” He doesn’t let me look back, his tired eyes unmoving from mine. “We don’t have time for this.”

“But I just—Jesus Christ, I just…” I can’t even finish the sentence. Like saying it will make it real. But it’s as real as the red lines on Dom’s neck.

He mutters something I can’t hear before he pulls the gun from my hand. Reaching for William’s pants, his body on the floor, he reveals another gun and grabs it too. Scooping me up in his arms, he swivels me around until I’m on his back. “Mia, for the love of God, hold the fuck on.”

“What’re you—” Dom kicks the door open, the one overlooking the balcony. He climbs on with me holding onto him for dear life. Then it hits me. “You fucked me, Dominik.”

“Yeah, and I fucking went to jail for it.” Dom throws a leg over the stone railing and I close my eyes, knowing it’s a hell of a long way down. But if he’s going down this time, I’m going with him. When we don’t fall, my eyes open to see his fingers gripping onto the trellis. Now I’m ecstatic my dad reinforced them last summer. Still can’t believe he risked climbing it for me. Still can’t believe I’m on his back as he climbs it again.

“So you made me kill my father?” My legs wrapped tight around his waist doesn’t stop the anger inside me from spilling out. Or is that anxiety?

Guilt?

Shame?

“Did I?” When we get to the bottom, he leans back, forcing me to drop my feet to the floor. He takes my hand, warmth flowing through my body as he leads me through our massive backyard. “It was him or me and something tells me your daddy doesn’t give you dick like I do.”

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