DOMINIC
The strong metallic smell of blood and dirt wrapped around me like a shroud. Three bodies lay before me, damaged beyond recognition, their hands separated from their bodies and lying around like pieces of trash. Their eyes were plucked out, and their faces were covered with dried blood.
The same hands that dared touch Jane last night, and the same eyes that saw the part of her they had no right to see. I looked at them with a satisfied smile while Dario's pained and frustrated growls echoed in the background.
"Dominic D'Amico. You are making a big mistake. My brother and father won't spare you," he shouted and punctuated his words with an episode of violent coughing.
I turned to him, my movement lazy and relaxed, and my lips curled into a smirk.
"Your father and brother? Really?"
He glared at me, letting out heavy breaths as blood trickled down his nose, lips and forehead. He was in a relatively good shape.
"Wait. Let me make a call."
