Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to Dominik. I’ve just found happiness with him. We’ve just started building a life together.
It will kill me.
The tension keeps growing in my chest until it becomes unbearable.
Suddenly, we hear the rumbling of a truck, and when it comes up the street, I start to gasp for air, my eyes glued to the vehicle.
Then I make out the person in the front seat, and only seeing Cassia behind the steering wheel, my body goes ice cold.
“No,” I whisper. “Evinka, I don’t see Dominik!”
She darts past me, and my body just reacts, running after her.
When Cassia stops the truck and jumps out, she shouts, “They’re in the back.”
I dart toward the back, and when I see Enzo sitting beside an unconscious Santiago while Leo and Ilias try to stop the bleeding on Dominik’s side, a cry rips from my soul.
They’re all covered in soot, and there’s blood on the side of Dominik’s head as well.
Evinka leaps onto the back and shoves Ilias away from Dominik.
Frozen in horror, I watch as she rips her armored vest off. She pulls her shirt over her head and presses it hard to the wound. When she signs something at Alan, he jumps onto the back, and taking off his belt, he helps secure the shirt to the wound.
I keep gasping as my entire world is ripped from beneath my feet.
Alan quickly takes off his shirt and hands it to Evinka so she can put it on, and when he and Leo lift Dominik’s lifeless body I start to hyperventilate.
No.
No.
No.
This isn’t happening.
Seeing Dominik’s arm sway limply as the men move him rips my heart from my chest.
Suddenly, Santiago starts to cough as he regains consciousness, but I can’t tear my eyes away from my husband as he’s lifted off the truck.
Stuck in a haze of horror, I follow the men to an SUV. Evinka runs for the driver's side, but before she can climb behind the steering wheel, Dominik lets out a groan.
I shoot forward, and when the men lower him to the ground, I fall to my knees beside him. The moment his eyes open and I see his blue irises, uncontrollable sobs burst from me.
With trembling hands, I frame his jaw. “Don’t d-die. Just don’t die,” I cry.
“I’m fine,” he grumbles as he begins to sit up.
I shake my head and try to hold him down. “Your side. You’re bleeding so much.”
Evinka drops down on his other side and shakes her head hard at him before signing something.
“I’m fine,” he growls as he sits up. He pulls the shirt away to check the wound, then says, “It’s nothing. The bleeding will stop soon.” Shaking his head, he squints. “If anything’s going to kill me, it’s the headache I have.”
“We need to get out of here,” Enzo tells everyone.
“We can go to my place,” Santiago offers. “It’s the closest. I’ll have a doctor check on Dominik.”
“You have a place in Peru?” Leo asks.
“Of course,” Santiago mutters, then sounds smug as he adds, “I have a house in every country in South America.
“Let’s go,” Dominik agrees.
Evinka and I help him to his feet, and when he sways, I quickly wrap my arm around his lower back.
“Are you sure Pavlov is dead?” Ilias asks Cassia, his tone unhappy as they walk toward us.
“Yes. I saw his body when I dragged Dominik out of the office,” she answers, clearly annoyed with her father.
Dominik’s head snaps in her direction, a flash of pain on his face from the sudden movement, then he says, “You got me out of the office?”
She nods, a proud look on her face. “And Santiago. Your asses are heavy.”
Respect tightens my husband’s features as he says, “Thank you, Cassia.”
“I want the alliance to succeed, and we can’t do that if I let two of you die on our first mission together.”
“Your father can learn a thing or two from you,” Santiago mutters before pointing at the SUVs. “Let’s get out of here.”
I keep hold of Dominik as we walk to the SUV and help him climb into the backseat before joining him.
Evinka gets into the front passanger side while Alan slides behind the steering wheel.
When we all form a convoy behind Santiago’s truck and follow him away from Puerto De Lomas, I keep staring at my husband. I’m so relieved he doesn’t seem to be seriously injured that I can’t think of a single thing to say.
His eyes flick to me, and we stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, then he whispers, “I’m really fine. Just banged up.”
I lean forward and gingerly press a kiss to his mouth, but before I can pull back, his hand grips hold of the side of my neck, and he keeps me in place as he kisses the everloving hell out of me.