The CEO Beautiful Regret
he rasped against my lips, his breath coming in wild, heavy gasps.
"I'm alive!" I sobbed, my hands clinging to his torn collar, tears of pure adrenaline spilling over my cheeks. "I'm alive, Dominic!"
"Martha!" Dominic shouted, looking in the rearview mirror.
"We're good!" Martha's voice came from the back floorwell, steady and calm. "Clara is fine!"
Overhead, at the house on the cove, a loud* BOOM* echoed through the trees.
The small proximity bomb on the roof went off, throwing dark wooden shingles and grey smoke into the blue sky, but the main frame of the house stayed standing.