Chapter 32. Casualties

Dominic

This fucking man saved his life. His friend jumped out of nowhere and intercepted the fucking bullet meant for him.

The cartel leader now had a fucking bullet wound in his ribcage, it went through and through, and it was stuck in Dominic's thigh. Still, he was grateful he lived. He couldn't leave his beautiful detka just yet.

Grunting from the irritating pain in his leg, he half crawled towards his friend's bleeding body. They would make sure he'd live.

Antoine Lemonte, sprawled on his back, his face blank, and his brains splattered beneath him. He was only a few feet away, and Alec, Dominic's general, gun in hand was looking down at him in disgust.

Tzar could hear sirens and cars screeching in the distance. Fuck! "It's time to go, Alec."

Both of them were injured from the blast, and Dominic had a bullet wound embedded in his left leg. He could deal with the pain. He couldn't say the same for the man who saved him. He was