Chapter 48: The Revenge

*Lucas*

I could almost hear the screaming in my head, the feeling had played over and over again on repeat even after our connection had dulled for the third time, Kennedy was fading in and out of consciousness. I had nearly broken every chair in the kitchen, including the large bench, the anger finally winning over. Dominic was left standing, propped up against the kitchen island, his arms were crossed waiting for me to ride out the anger. The only chair left intact was the one Sheriff Ricci was on, he had been searching cameras for hours, and the bolo he put out hadn't come back with anything.

"If this is what it is like to be mated, I am never doing it," Dominic said in a flat tone.

I laughed sarcastically, I'd like to see him try, Marco would have his son mated within a few years, they had to secure the Giovanni line. "Are you sure you're okay fighting Dom, I know you've been trying to keep your hands clean. I'll understand if you need to back out, Marco will never know."

"Stop