Damien was still aiming his gun at Silver Jing when a bullet grazed his left arm from behind, tearing through his sleeve. Blood trickled down, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes never left her, not even when she smirked at him from beside her father.
More gunshots rang out, the air thick with the threat of violence, but then Giovanni Terranova smiled. The sight of it was wrong in the moment, the curve of his mouth carrying something dangerously close to adoration. Then he lifted a hand, and at once his men lowered their weapons.
Blade and Rex had climbed out of the car by then, their guns raised, covering the guards that surrounded them.
“Are you really going to shoot my daughter while I’m standing right here?” Giovanni asked, his deep voice cutting through the tension.
Damien didn’t even
