Chapter 4
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The trip had been arranged in a rush—Dominic hadn't alerted his other men.
Five motorcycles swarmed around us, forcing our car to crawl.
Two vans trailed behind—a coordinated hit.
Dominic sneered. "Been following us this whole time, huh? Finally grew some balls?"
Jack's knuckles went white on the wheel, his eyes fierce. "Dom, we stopping?"
"No way out of this one."
Jack slammed the brakes, sending one bike flying over our roof.
He yanked a steel baton from under his seat and jumped out.
Jack could handle himself—you didn't get to be Dominic's driver without skills.
But they had numbers—at least fifteen guys poured from the vans.
Within minutes, they'd beaten Jack to a bloody pulp.
Someone pounded on our window. "Get the fuck out! Now!"
They pressed Jack's face against the glass, smearing it with his blood.
I looked at Dominic. "Should I go out there?"
He wrapped a handkerchief around his fist, eyes cold as winter. "You think I'm afraid to die?"
Before I could answer, he smashed his fist through the window into someone's face.
The man dropped like a stone.
Before climbing out, he barked: "Call for backup. Stay inside."
My hands shook as I grabbed my phone. Outside, Dominic had already dropped three men.
But they kept coming, and someone ran back to grab a crowbar.
No matter how good he was, Dominic couldn't fight off ten armed men at once.
A heavy blow cracked across his spine. He grunted, stumbling.
"Thought you were going legit, big shot? Let's send you off with a bang!"
Someone grabbed his hair, slamming his head against the car door again and again.
I couldn't just sit there. As I reached for the door handle, I saw him mouth through the window: "Stay inside."
My body shook—not from fear, but from rage.
I couldn't watch him take this beating.
Even if I was just a tool to him, he was still the man I loved more than life.
My hand closed around the gun in my purse. Without hesitation, I kicked the door open and stepped out.
No one noticed me until my gun was already aimed at the bastard gripping Dominic's hair.
The gun roared. The man screamed and dropped.
Everything froze. All eyes locked on me.
Dominic staggered to his feet, blood streaming down his face, shock in his eyes.
I knew what had stunned him.
I'd fired a gun in broad daylight. On a public street.
With tensions already sky-high with the authorities, this shot meant there was no going back.
He'd said don't shoot in the streets, but I… I couldn't watch him die.
