Dominick's POV
The collision sent my car tumbling over, the world spinning violently around me. Metal screeched and glass shattered, and then everything went dead silent. I was disoriented, pain radiating through my body, but I had to move. Luna fucking needed me.
Mustering all the strength I could find, I managed to unbuckle my seatbelt and crawl out of the wreckage. My body ached all over, every movement a struggle. As I stumbled to my feet, my vision cleared enough to see five men dressed in black suits standing a short distance away, waiting for me. Fuck!
My heart pounded in my chest as I assessed the situation. These men weren't here to help—they were here for me. I reached for the gun tucked into my waistband, trying to steady my shaking hands.
"Don Phoenix, " one of them called out, stepping forward. "You're coming with us."
"Like hell I am," I spat, aiming the gun at him.
