Chapter 4. Violent Reaction

Dominic

People said he was just like his father. A motherfucking nutcase made of titanium no man could penetrate.

An arrogant, merciless, and overbearing asshole who could make enemies lose their shit when he walked into a room. His presence alone commanded absolute respect.

Of course, the description came from his little sister. He smirked. She was the only one who could talk to him like that. And mom was the only person who could make him quake in his boots.

Until HER. The traitorous thought came unbidden. He shook his head. Irritated. Angry and agitated once more.

His thoughts went back to his parents. To his father, the former mafia leader, mellowed over the years. His sister had both of them wrapped on her pinky finger, and his mom still had his influential sire pussy whipped.

Handing Dominic the mantle three years ago, his father was presently enjoying his retirement with mom and Dominic's sister somewhere in France. Imagine