Narrow Escape.

Luna's POV

The air in the room grew thick with tension, as Dominick held up the remote. "One of my men is standing outside this door with an explosive. One click and puff?" Dominick's voice was cold, as he spoke.

Don Salvatore's eyes blazed with rage as he motioned to his men. "Back down. Back the fuck down!" His gaze then locked onto Dominick, his expression a mix of fury and confusion. "Why the fuck are you acting this way, Don Phoenix? I just want to check if it's in there." His eyes shifted to me, and I instinctively moved behind Dominick.

"You can take my fucking word for it. It's in there," Dominick growled, his grip on the remote tightening. "There's nothing to be afraid of."

Don Salvatore wasn't convinced. "I have a doctor here; he'll make it painless and quick."

Fear shot through me like a bolt of lightning. What were they talking about? What did they want from me?

"I'm not going to let anybody put their fucking hands on my wife," Dominick's voice was fierce, as his grip on my hand tightened.

"Then we don't have a deal." Don Salvatore slammed his fist on the table in anger. "You can leave."

Dominick's face hardened, his jaw clenched tight as he took a step back, pulling me with him, the remote still clenched in his hand.

"Open the fucking door," he instructed me, without tearing his gaze away from Don Salvatore and his men.

I complied, my hands trembling as I opened the door.

"One more thing before you leave," Don Salvatore's voice stopped us in our tracks. "You shouldn't have put that device in her if you cared so much about her. At least I offered to make it painless. Others won't. They'll rip her open if they need to."

My whole body shook in fear. What has Dominick gotten me into? He shouldn't have brought me here.

As we stepped out of the room, Dominick's voice was low but commanding as he instructed his men to be watchful. We made our way towards the elevator, and then I noticed the men around us casting suspicious glances in our direction, their eyes darting between us and the exits. It was as if they were waiting for something, their demeanor was tense and alert.

We stepped into the elevator finally, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Surely, whatever was going on had been taken care of. But that feeling was short-lived.

Inside the car, I began to relax, letting my guard down for just a moment. That's when one of Dominick's men spoke up, tensed. "Boss, we're being followed."

"Fuck!" Dominick's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he glanced out the window. "Take the next turn," he instructed the driver.

The driver followed his orders, maneuvering the car through the streets, the vehicle behind us in hot pursuit. Dominick leaned forward, looking ahead at the road."Lure them into a secluded corner. We'll take care of them there."

Our driver proceeded to drive to a secluded corner. Suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted, shattering the silence. Bullets rained down on our car, causing the driver to swerve and then come to a sudden stop.

I glanced out the rearview mirror and saw Dominick's men emerging from their car, guns drawn, ready to defend us. They were met with the pursuers, who had also stopped their car and were now exchanging fire with Dominick's men.

I closed my eyes and covered my ears, trying to block out the noise of the gunfire. It felt like an eternity, the sound of bullets piercing the air, before finally, the gunfire ceased.

After a few moments of tense silence, Dominick's voice broke through the stillness. "Has it been taken care of?" he asked the man sitting next to the driver.

"Yes boss, they're all dead," the man replied grimly.

"Then let's get out of here."

The driver started the car, and we drove away from the scene, leaving behind a trail of dead bodies.

I sat there, shaken by the violence I had just witnessed. For several years, I have managed to escape the world of the Mafia, only to be thrown back in against my will. This time, I don't think there's a way out. I don't even know if I'll make it out alive.

My eyes shifted to Dominick beside me, he was engrossed in his phone, not bothering to look at me or check on me. I felt a surge of anger and hurt. How could he be so insensitive? My heart felt like it was breaking. Would Alen have ignored me like this? Maybe he would have been more attentive, more caring, or maybe not. I leaned back in the chair, forcing my eyes to close.

As we approached the mansion, anger began to replace the hurt I had been feeling. I couldn't understand why Dominick had taken me to such a place without giving me any warning. Why did he choose to keep me in the dark at all times?

I didn't even know what device they were talking about. To him, I was probably just an accessory, a prop in whatever dangerous game he was playing.

The car came to a stop, and I got out quickly without even looking at Dominick, striding inside the mansion. Maria, the housekeeper, saw me entering the living room and hurried to meet me.

"Mrs. Phoenix, are you alright?" she asked, patting my shoulder gently. "Sol, why are you crying? Did something happen?"

My hands flew to my face, and I realized I was indeed crying. "I... I'm sorry," I stuttered, unable to give her a proper reply. I turned and dashed up the stairs, the tears streaming down my face.