Dominick's POV
"It fucking hurts so bad," Sol groaned, clutching her bandaged hand. I ignored her cries and kept my eyes on the road, focusing on the task at hand.
"Aren't you going to say anything? You literally just ruined my hand. How could you do this because of my sister?" she sneered, nursing her wound.
"You better shut the fuck up, or do you want me to cut your fucking hand off?" I snapped.
"No... I'll keep quiet," she whispered, her defiance momentarily quelled.
"Good... and you better hope that chip is there."
We drove in silence for hours until we finally arrived at the cemetery in Allighton. The sky was overcast, casting a gloomy shadow over the tombstones. I got out and walked around to her side, opening her door and motioning for her to come out.
