Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
"What the heck was that?" The Don's voice boomed inside the small confines of the room, each word dripping with fury. His rage was palpable, an almost tangible force that filled the air. I could see the veins in his neck pulsing as anger radiated from him like heat from a furnace. A bandage wrapped tightly around his leg did little to stem the bleeding; it was clear he was barely holding it together, teetering on the brink of a violent explosion.
I crouched in the corner, desperately trying to make myself small and invisible, as if I could disappear into the shadows. Sweat dripped down my forehead, mixing with the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The pain in my stomach seemed to escalate with each passing moment, a cruel reminder of the chaos that h
