SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW
BLOOD
I watched as it made Dominic's dark suit even darker as it soaked through the sleeve of the jacket. He took a bullet meant for me. I remembered what happened barely a few moments ago, the way a bullet was meant for me and how all of a sudden I was on the floor with my husband over me, his once cold and lethal eyes reflecting care and worry and something uncertain.
We were currently in the car as Lorenzo drove for dear life. Everyone had dispersed from the hall, protecting their own, while we were on the drive to a hospital owned by my husband.
"Lorenzo, hurry up, he is losing too much blood," I yelled at him so he would drive faster, even though he was already well past the speed limit.
"Do not worry, cara, it will take more than a bullet to the arm to ge
