The sight that greeted me when I rushed into Dominic's office was devastating. The room looked like a tornado had torn through it. Papers were scattered across the floor, furniture was overturned, and there were actual dents in the walls where the brothers had slammed into them. Blood spots dotted the expensive carpet, and the air was thick with the scent of violence and anger.
All of this destruction was because of me. Because I had told Raymond about the pregnancy. Because these two men were fighting over me like I was some prize to be won.
"I'm so sorry," I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked between Raymond and Dominic. "This is all my fault."
"No, it's not," Raymond said immediately, wiping blood from his split lip. "This is his fault for treating you the way he has."
