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“You can’t die on me, Dominic.”

I smile through the throbbing pain to give her a little comfort. “I told you I’m not an easy man to kill.”

She smiles back. It’s a small, sad smile, but it somehow dulls the pain.

I glance behind her in time to see Federico reach for his gun. I shoot him again and the bullet pierces his back this time.

Staggering to my feet, I walk to him and flip him over with my foot. Then I point my gun at him. “Any last words?”

“You’ll never find the truth about the night your parents died.”

I shoot him twice on the head and he jerks, blood pouring from the hole in his head. There’s vile disgust in his eyes, then it’s gone, leaving behind an empty stare. “That’s for touching what is mine.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Elena

A month has passed since I was kidnapped by David Peterson. Four weeks since Dominic risked his life to save mine. And twenty-eight days since the horrifying night I thought I would lose Dominic.

But like Dominic said, he isn’t an easy man to kill.

He is Dominic Romano after all,Capoof the Cosa Nostra. He wouldn’t go down that easily.

A lot of things have changed, and in a good way.

Dominic doesn’t have his bodyguards follow me everywhere like he used to, he trusts I can handle myself just fine now. But then, there’s Moira who never leaves my side.

She’s afraid I’ll get hurt again, and she blames herself for leaving me alone with David Peterson that afternoon in the office.

Marcus isn’t as much of an asshole anymore, but he lives off of throwing jabs at me here and there, but it doesn’t get to me anymore. Vincent, on the other hand, is such a good uncle to Lucas. He protects Lucas like he is his son.

Some things haven’t changed though. Lucas and I still live with Dominic, we decided it was best to stay together until everything was back to normal. I’m not sure things will ever get back to how they were. I still have nightmares from that night, but I know I must shape my reality into what I want it to be.

One more thing that hasn’t changed is my love for Dominic. If anything, it’s gotten stronger since the attack.

Dominic has been away for a week now. I heard Kirill’s first son is now the boss of the Bratva and Dominic has formed an alliance with him. Hence, his need to meet with the rest of the brotherhood in Italy to inform them of the new alliance with the Bratva.

I don’t know much about mafia business though.

Dominic decided it’s better I don’t get too involved with it and I agree with him. My desperation to help him out might just be the death of us.

The house feels too large without him. Too empty. He is all I can think about as I lie in his bed, wearing one of his shirts that still has his smell, and buried in his covers.

I miss him, and it doesn’t help I have no idea when he’ll return.

A knock on the door catches my attention. It’s almost eight p.m. I wonder if it’s Lucas, but the knock is too heavy to be his.

“Come in,” I say, sitting up and resting against the headboard.

The door opens and Bianca walks in. There’s an expression on her face I can’t quite read. She seems to be struggling between smiling at me and wearing her usual blank mask.

“What is it?”

She finally makes a choice and the edges of her mouth wrinkle as she smiles. “He’s back.”

My heart leaps with joy in my throat. “Who?”

“Boss. He’s waiting for you…”

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