Chapter 8 - COLLATERAL DAMAGE
I couldn't stay behind. Ignoring Leo’s strict orders to remain in the safe room, I grabbed the keys to a heavily armored SUV from the valet board and sped toward downtown. If Chloe was in danger, I needed to be there with my medical bag.
I arrived just as the warehouse district erupted into a war zone. Dominic’s men had ambushed Lorenzo’s guards outside the old shipping yard. The sound of gunfire echoed off the brick buildings like thunder. I killed the headlights and crept through a side alley, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
Inside the main warehouse, I found them.
Lorenzo had Dominic at gunpoint. Dominic was on his knees, breathing heavily, blood seeping through his white dress shirt where his stitches had undoubtedly ripped open again.
"You always were weak, Dominic," Lorenzo sneered, pacing around him. "Too sentimental. Too attached."
"Let the girl go, Lorenzo. This is between us," Dominic growled. Chloe was tied to a chair in the corner, weeping silently.
I didn't think. I just moved. I grabbed a heavy iron wrench from a nearby workbench, stepped out of the shadows, and swung it with all my might into the back of Lorenzo’s knee.
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Lorenzo screamed, his leg buckling. He fired wildly, the bullet ricocheting off the concrete ceiling. Before he could recover, Dominic launched himself upward. Despite his injuries, Dominic's raw power was overwhelming. He tackled his brother to the ground, pinning his gun arm.
"Nora, get Chloe out!" Dominic roared over the struggle.
