Luca's pov
“What do you mean the Russians are meeting up with the polish?” I grunted as I deftly weaved the blow Dominic aimed at my temple.
He attempted a second hit with his leg but I quickly blocked it with my lower arm.
“I’m as surprised as you are.” Dominic said in a huff before feigning an attack to my solar plexus then aiming for my jaw.
He got me.
I tightened my jaw, grinding it as I welcomed the sweet pang of pain, getting more excited and charged than I was before.
Since I became don, I hadn't been in as many fist fights as I had in my teenage and college years. Men were too scared of me to challenge me to one and moments like this was the only chance I got to showcase my fight skills. But it wasn't half as satisfying as being in a real fight.
Dominic came at me agai
