Dominic paced back and forth beside the black SUV, his mind racing with thoughts of the next steps. His clothes were still dusted with debris, and his knuckles were raw from the fight. The scent of smoke clung to him, a bitter reminder of the chaos they had just survived. He wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to shake off the adrenaline that still coursed through his veins. All he wanted now was to get back home, to ensure Isabella was safe.
He glanced at his watch, anxious to leave before Russo could regroup and strike again. As he was about to climb into the driver’s seat, the sound of tires screeching on the gravel caught his attention. Dominic's head snapped up, his instincts immediately on high alert. He reached for his gun, but then he saw the familiar SUV pulling up, and his h
