Lucia’s POV
For a heartbeat, I couldn’t move, my pulse hammering in my ears as his body hit the floor with a dull thud. My stomach twisted at the sight—Dante Romano, always so untouchable, reduced to this.
“s**t,” Lucas hissed, snapping me out of my shock. He crouched beside Dante, shaking him roughly. “Boss. Come on, wake up.”
My hands trembled as I pressed my fingers to his neck, searching for a pulse. It was faint, but there. Relief shot through me, but it was short-lived. His breathing was shallow and uneven.
Panic clawed at my throat, but I shoved it down. I needed to think. Fast.
“We need help,” I said, already pushing to my feet. “Alina—”
Lucas caught my wrist before I could take a step. “Wait. You can’t just—”
“Lucas, he’s bleeding out!” I yanked free. “Are you seriously tel
