She stepped fully into the room now as she observed the room..
Blood.
Everywhere.
On the walls. On the floors.
Romano’s head lolled against the wall, eyes half-lidded, his jaw grotesquely swollen. His nose was broken. Possibly both legs too, judging by the angle.
Matteo’s hands were clenched weakly around his midsection, his fingers twitching with every short, gasping breath. Blood trickled from his mouth in thin strands. She could hear the wet sound in his chest, like something inside him was leaking.
And Nico.
Dear God.
Her eyes shifted to Dominic.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
But his face..God, his face was calm.
Too calm.
A stillness in him that made her skin crawl. Why was he so f*****g calm?
Her lips parted.
“What… what did you do?” she whispered.
He didn’t answe
