Chapter 67 Blood And Obsession

• His fists were soaked in blood now—his or theirs, it didn’t fucking matter. One guard was already unconscious on the ground, his jaw hanging loose, blood gushing from his mouth like a broken pipe.
• Another was crawling toward the exit, leaving a trail of crimson and teeth across the floor. But Dominic didn’t stop. He kept moving forward, kept swinging, kept destroying every breathing thing that stood between him and the woman they dared to touch.
• He turned toward the last guard in the room—the one who had given the order. The bastard with the phone. The one who watched her be humiliated and smiled.