CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON
“You’re gonna regret that.”
Luca stepped forward, his chest heaving.
“Oh yeah?” Luca taunted. But Alan didn’t respond, he threw another fist at Luca. Luca caught his hand mid-air and drove a kick into his stomach.
I screamed, “Stop! You’ll kill him! Just stop!”
Luca raised his hands, a cold smile twisting his lips. “Looks like lover boy can’t protect you, no matter how much he claims he can.”
Alan snapped. He charged at Luca like a bull, slamming him backwards. They crashed to the floor, fists flew, elbows cracked, and lips split. One moment Alan pinned Luca; the next, Luca rolled on top of him.