Dominick's POV
Luna took a step back, fear gripping her whole body. I looked down at my hand to see blood dripping off the blade. The bastard was already dead because of my damn anger; it wasn't supposed to be this way. I wanted him to suffer slowly until he died.
I stood up and looked at my men who were behind me. "Take care of this mess," I ordered before quickly striding towards Luna, grabbing her arm. She was still startled and followed me like a zombie to the VIP section. It was only us there.
I jammed the door and turned towards her, letting my anger show in my voice. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
She recoiled slightly, stepping backwards in fear. "Start talking, or I'll make you!" I snapped at her, and she jumped. I wasn't ready for her nonsense.
"Nina...she asked me to follow her to the club."
"And you didn't care to ask for my damn permission?"
"She...said you wouldn't mind. You never minded when it was Sol."
