Page 139 of Dominance

What’s left of its face.

“Come on, let me get her up. Can you walk?”

“Yes. Just bruised.” Gloria takes my hand staggering to her feet. “Can we take her to a hospital?”

“Absolutely. You need to get checked out too.”

“I’m fine.”

“Gloria,” I say delicately, raising her chin. Her eyes meet mine, her jaw clenched.

“Adri, I thought we were going to die?—”

And she’s throwing her arms around my neck, her body crushed to my chest as I lift her from the ground. Still, she doesn’t cry. She doesn’t fall apart.

“Let’s get Sandra some help.”

Gloria stays as close as she can walking back to the car, assisting me as I squeeze Sandra into the back of the two-door behind the front seat. Should’ve picked a bigger car.

At least we’ll be able to get to the hospital quickly.

Or so I think.

As soon as we’re strapped in, I hear the roar of an engine, several, echo through the metal crates, coming from several directions. Of course we’re not out of the woods yet.

Gunning the engine, I resist peeling out, keeping the lights off as I creep out onto one of the maze-like roads, listening with my window open.

“Any idea who tried to kill you?” I ask, side-eying Gloria.

“He said he was sent by Vito.”

“Wow. Didn’t know the old bastard had it in him.”

He’s always thrown his lot in with the sure-shot winner, but straight up revenge?

Dom sure has a way of bringing out the worst in people.

Another turn, another dark alley. More echoes of the cars searching on all sides. The next left should see us out of the maze and back onto an actual street…

As soon as I take the corner, my instincts kick into overdrive, gunning the supercar and maneuvering into a zigzag, dodging both of the blacked-out Mercedes that try to cut us off.

In a few seconds we’re on open road, the entire area conspicuously vacant.

Gift horses and mouths.

But I can’t let my guard down for a second.

More than likely, whoever is chasing us planned this. And the three cars that I’m currently outrunning may just be the contingency plan for the failed hit.

Stomping the gas, I gain on them even more, flying through another neighborhood as I clear 100 mph.

Gloria is locking up, her breathing rapid. She’s going to hyperventilate.

“You think that big fucker was supposed to report in when the job was done?” I ask, trying to distract her.

“I—uh, maybe. Or they might be someone else who wants a piece of me, or you, or Dom.”

“Man, I remember when everybody in town liked us. Or at least feared us too much to try anything.” I grin at her, taking my hand off the wheel long enough to grab her hand, draw it to my lips, and kiss it.

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