Page 76 of Forsaken Promises

But Dom pays me no mind. He charges forward, roaring his fury. Luca’s men open fire, the night erupting with the staccato burst of gunshots and the flash of muzzle flares.

But Dom doesn't falter, doesn't hesitate for even a second. I watch, my heart in my throat, as he moves like a whirlwind, like a force of nature that can’t be stopped or contained.

I watch in awe as he takes down Luca’s men with a brutal, devastating efficiency, his fists and feet striking with a deadly precision that leaves a trail of broken bodies in his wake. He blasts Luca’s men with his gun, tearing off faces and causing some men to fall to their deaths off the top of the roof.

And then he’s there, standing before us with his chest heaving and his eyes blazing with a fury that steals the very breath from my lungs.

I’ve never seen such controlledragebefore.

“Let her go, Luca,” he snarls, his voice low and deadly. “Let her go, or I will tear you apart with my bare hands.”

Luca just laughs, his grip on me tightening until I cry out in pain. “I’d like to see you try, Dominico. Sofia ismineand there’s nothing you can do to stop this.”

In a blur of speed and power that startles me, Dom launches himself at Luca with a furious roar.

They go down in a tangle of limbs and fists, their bodies slamming into the ground with a bone-jarring impact.

The sound of flesh striking flesh, of grunts and snarls of pain and fury, fills the night air as Dom and Luca grapple on the ground. They roll and twist, each trying to gain the upper hand, to inflict maximum damage on the other.

Dom’s fist slams into Luca’s jaw with a sickening crack, snapping his head back and sending a spray of blood arcing through the air.

“Is that all you’ve got, Dominico?” Luca taunts, blood pouring out of his mouth. “I expected more from the great Sicura heir. I’ll make sure to show Sofia how a real man acts when I finally make her mine.”

Don’s eyes flash with a fury that borders on madness, his lips pulled back in a snarl of pure rage. “She was never yours, you sick fuck,” he growls, his hands closing around Luca’s throat and squeezing with all his strength. “And she will neverbeyours.”

Luca’s face turns purple, his eyes bulging as he claws at Dom’s hands with a desperate, animalistic frenzy. But Dom doesn’t let up.

“I should have done this years ago,” he hisses, his voice low and deadly. “I should have put you down before you could hurt anyone else.”

But even as the words leave his mouth, even as I feel a flicker of hope and triumph stirring in my chest… Luca makes his move.

With a burst of strength that seems to come from nowhere, he brings his knee up into Dom’s groin with a sickening crunch. Dom howls in pain, his grip on Luca’s throat loosening just enough for the other man to break free.

Luca rolls to his feet, his chest heaving and his eyes wild with a mad, feverish light. He reaches into his jacket, his hand emerging with a wicked-looking knife that glints in the moonlight.

“What a coincidence, Dominico,” Luca sneers, his voice raspy and strained from the pressure of Dom’s hands. “I was thinking the same thing.”

He lunges forward, the knife slashing through the air. Dom tries to twist out of the way, but he’s not fast enough.

The blade catches him in the shoulder, sinking deep into the muscle. Dom screams, the sound raw and primal and full of an agony that tears at my very soul. My scream mingles with his.

Blood blooms on his shirt, a dark, spreading stain that makes my heart seize in my chest. I want to run to him, to throw myself between him and Luca to protect him.

But I’m frozen, paralyzed by a terror that goes beyond words, beyond thought. All I can do is watch, my breath coming in ragged gasps and my eyes wide with terror as the man I love fights for his life.

Dom staggers back, his hand pressing against the wound in his shoulder as he tries to staunch the flow of blood. But Luca is relentless, his knife flashing and darting as he presses his advantage.

He scores another hit, the blade slicing across Dom’s chest and leaving a thin, weeping line of blood in its wake. Dom grits his teeth, his face pale and slick with sweat as he tries to fend off Luca’s onslaught.

But I can see the toll it’s taking on him, can see the way his movements are slowing and his breath is coming in short, pained gasps. He’s losing blood, losing strength with every passing second.

I have to do something, have to find a way to save him. I won’t let Dom die. I won’t let Luca win and let him take away my love.

Desperately, I search for a weapon, for anything that’ll give me a fighting chance.

And that’s when my eyes land on a jagged chunk of concrete lying just a few feet away.

Using the sharp end of the concrete to neatly cut the rope around my wrists, I wrench the concrete up, panting heavily. With an animalistic yell, I rush toward Luca.

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