Unbound From The Mafia Don
I had casually muttered in my delirium that I wanted a specific fever-reducing herbal tea from a pharmacy located three blocks away.
At that exact moment, the Lucchese family was patrolling the streets, hunting for his head. Yet, Dominic had racked his gun, slipped into the freezing downpour, and braved the crossfire just to smuggle that medicine back to me.
When he returned, the tea was still warm in his jacket, but he was soaked in blood and rain, his hands shaking from adrenaline.
"If my Ari needs something, I’d march straight through a hail of bullets from hell to get it," Dominic had growled, holding me tight.