Page 100 of Heirs of Havoc

I’m not fucking weak.

Grabbing it, I swoop it around William’s head before wrapping it around his throat. Then I pull. Hard. “Matter of fact, stay out of my life.” And when his eyes widen, his hands coming to his throat, I can’t hide my small smirk.

“Mia!” he pleads, gagging against the fabric. It's like all the times I’ve pleaded before.

And that makes my smirk grow.

Glancing behind me, Dom stands at the far end of the conference table, looking at my father. Following his line of sight brings me to Martin Merlo, passed out on the ground.

Is he… is he dead?

“Mia!” Dom’s attention whips to mine. “Duck!”

Turning back to William, he swings something towards my head. I duck in time for it to come crashing to the ground. A gold lamp lands at my feet, my body stilling.

Did he just try to fucking kill me?

Picking it up, it’s as heavy as it looks. William storms towards me. With two hands, I swing it like a bat, just as William takes another step.

Crack!

Blood splatters from his skull, a groan leaving him. He tries to stabilize himself but he falls to the floor, his back against the wood.

“Good girl,” Dom says, a smirk spreading across his face.

“Dom!” My dad goes at Dom with a thin wire. Dom’s eyes lower at my expression and before he can register, my dad wraps it around his neck.

Dom reaches for his gun but my dad pulls harder and it slips from his hold. Dom tries to fight against my father’s tool but it digs into the thin skin of his neck. He curses, my father chuckling.

“Mia—” Dom croaks, his foot wiggling towards the gun. With a flick of his ankle, he’s able to kick it a few inches towards me, the shiny wood helping it slide.

“I’m putting an end to you, Dominik Federov." Dad's voice fills with venom. Determination. “Once and for all. You don’t go back on your deal, that’s not how you do business. And if you can’t do business in this business, you don’t deserve to be here. You traded her. She’s mine. Not yours.”

Dom chokes, his fingers trying to reach under the wire as his eyes bulge. My heart pounds, the room swirling as my father’s words ring.

Dominik traded me?

If that’s true, he went back on his word. To save me.

So now I need to save him. I can’t leave him to fight alone. Not again.

“Sh—” Dom tries to speak, his face purple and pale, but he’s putting up a fight, attempting to push my dad away. “Sh-shoo—”

My dad’s laugh somehow gets louder. With all this commotion, it’s only a matter of time before his men realize what’s going down. “Shoot me? She won’t kill her own father. We have our issues, but she’s not insane.” Dad's eyes land on mine, a grin growing on his rugged face. “Mia is not a killer. But I am.” With another hard pull, Dom’s shoulders fall, the fight fading from him.

Move.

Do something.

Do something!

With shaky hands, I crouch to the floor.

“Mia…” Dad levels, his tone firm as I pick up the gun. “Mia, what are you doing?” The cold metal wobbles in my hand as I point the barrel toward him. Dom’s faded eyes lock on mine, the life draining from them. “Mia!”

POW!

My father’s body stills as the loud bang pierces my ears, the kickback from the gun making my arm fly back.

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