“You insufferable bitch!” Dominic screamed, pulling the trigger—only to realize he was out of bullets.
I thought I had the upper hand and aimed to shoot him, but my mag was empty too.
“Fanculo!” I cursed, tossing the gun at his face before bolting for the window. Jumping from the third floor would hurt like hell, but it was better than staying in a room with that bastard.
However, I underestimated Dominic’s cunningness. I made a beeline for my grand escape, only to find his armed men waiting for me.
“You’re not getting out of here alive, Adriana. The Salvatori family ends here,” Dominic’s voice came from behind me.
Rage boiled over as I watched them set fire to our family’s ancestral estate.
“Russo!” I screamed, spinning around, only to freeze when I saw him holding my nanny and the steward—who were like parents to me—at gunpoint.
“Tell me where Talia is, or I’ll put a bullet in their skulls,” Dominic demanded coldly.
What the hell did he expect me to say?
“I told you, I don’t fucking know!”
Without hesitation, he shot the steward dead, and I gasped in shock.
“Last chance,” he said, his voice like ice.