Dominick's POV
Maria glanced at me with a raised brow, and I shrugged, striding towards the bar. "Don't look at me like that, Maria. I have no idea why she's behaving that way."
"Dominick, come on, she's obviously hurt. At least go check up on her," Maria insisted.
I took a glass and poured some whiskey into it. "We were just ambushed and escaped narrowly. I don't have time for any fucking tantrums."
Maria walked up to me, drawing a deep sigh. "Miss Sol has always been a strong lady, but seeing her in this vulnerable position makes my heart ache. Something must be bothering her."
"She's startled from all the attacks and also sad that the boss didn't even bother to check up on her," Nina announced out of nowhere.
Honestly, I don't know why they're fucking telling me all this.
"I don't care how she feels," I rolled my eyes, chugging at my drink.
