Why Did Letty Shoot Dom Novels & Stories

I resorted to riling Dom up in front of our families, knowing that he was far from being emotionally or mentally stable. He lost it after half an hour of endless yelling battle and threw a glass vase in my direction, missing me by a few inches. After the glass vase broke, he finally confessed murdering Bryant in a fit of rage because, and I quote, ‘he wouldn’t let us be happy together, so he needed to be gone’. I caught it all on camera for legal evidence and my parents saw to it that Dom was either behind bars or in a mental ward. The man was dangerous to the people around him.

I saw them all swallow their own saliva while looking at the gun I was holding. “What are all of you waiting for? Attack her, and I don’t believe that she can actually kill us using her toy gun.” Dom yelled. Really, a toy gun? I have never held a gun toy or any kind of toy in my entire life. His companion, who was to rush towards the place where I was, was about to kick me, but he did not reach or even approach me because I shot him in the leg. He immediately yelled in pain and fell to the ground as he grabbed the leg that I shot. Next, I fired at them and made sure they couldn’t walk anymore.

Letta felt her body trembling, especially the coldness of the room now piercing her skin, allowing her to feel Lemos starting to reach out his hand and wipe her tears from her face. "I don't want you to cry again, because I will truly treat you well, even after the bad behavior you just displayed towards me," Lemos said, making Letta sob. "Please, release Marco first," Letta said, making Lemos shake his head. "Yes, I will release him after we do something," Lemos said, and the next moment, Letta could see Lemos's hand starting to descend to the nape of her neck, caressing it with his repulsive hand, especially when it began to touch both of Letta's sensitive sides, making Lemos truly gaze at

Would he give it all up—for me? He exhaled slowly, his gaze flickering to mine. There was something unreadable in his eyes. Then he spoke. "You made one mistake, Valentina." His voice was quiet, but it sent chills down my spine. She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what’s that?" "You think I play by the rules." In a flash, a gun was in Dominic’s hand. A single shot rang out. Valentina’s smirk faded. She staggered back, her eyes widening in shock as blood bloomed across her shoulders, she snieked as she fell to the ground

I raise the gun again. "Don't," I warn, but Dom is beyond reason. His eyes are wild, fixed on his sister's motionless form. "You killed her," he snarls, still coming at me. "You fucking killed her!" I don't hesitate this time. I pull the trigger, and Dom staggers as the bullet tears through his shoulder. But it doesn't stop him—he keeps coming. Before he reaches me, Cassian tackles him from behind. He drives his fist into Dom's face, knocking him to the ground. Before Dom can recover, Cassian's on him, delivering blow after blow until Dom's no longer moving.

“We need to hit back.” “You’re pregnant,” Letty reminded me softly. “That’s exactly why we have to hit back,” I said. “I won’t let my child be born into a world where this man gets to play god with people’s lives.” Leon returned later that evening. He didn’t speak when I told him what Letty had uncovered. He just stood by the window again, staring at the trees swaying in the wind like they knew something we didn’t. “I should have finished him when I had the chance,” he muttered.