Page 99 of The Don's Forbidden Obsession

He had been good once.

I cared about him.

He was a partner.

A friend.

He also was a husband. A father.

I had to think about those things.

I kneeled beside him, cursing under my breath, and pressed two fingers at his neck.

Even if I had anger, I also had compassion.

“Come on, you asshole. Give me a pulse,” I muttered.

And sure enough.

It was there.

“Thank God,” I felt a weight lift as I took a relieved sigh. The chaos of the moment seemed to fizzle.

At least I thought it had as I looked around for Luca.

He still fighting with the captain.

Russo shouldered him into the side of the van, fist after fist blasting down on him.

Both men were bloody and battered.

I watched, horrified as the captain raised his gun and pointed it at Luca, who was heaving against the van.

Time seemed to slow and the world around me faded.

My focus narrowed on the scene unfolding in front of me.

With unwavering resolve, I tumbled for my long-dropped gun and squeezed the trigger without a second thought.

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the air and milliseconds later, the captain fell to the ground.

I watched as Luca staggered away from the van, hunkered over, still fighting to breathe.

My heart pounded and my hand shook. I knew I was going to be screwed up tomorrow.

I’d just taken a man’s life.

I exhaled a sigh of relief before crumpling to the ground, tears flowing freely.

I felt a body fall next to me, followed by strong, muscular arms. They tightened around me, pulling me close.

And as soon as I felt his broad chest against my cheek, I broke down into painful, wracking sobs. I looked up for a moment to catch his gaze, and his eyes pierced lovingly into me. There was nothing but gratitude and compassion on his face.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out, pulling me close once again.

The sirens continued to wail in the distance, growing even louder as they approached.

I knew it was about to go down.

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