“Sir—”
The guard mumbled something, but I didn’t care about that. Instead, when Dominic rounded the table, I pounced on him, grabbing his collar and dragging him backward until I had him pinned against the wall.
“What the—” my dad’s voice came.
“Salvatore!”
Roman’s shout registered, but all I could see were Dominic’s eyes, the look in them both evil and proud, like the cocky prick he was.
He knew exactly why I was here.
“What did you want, taking Jacob?”
His grin widened. “Get your fucking hands off me.”
“You scared the shit out of Natalie!”
“What’s going on?” my father asked behind me.
“Nothing—” Dominic started.
“It’s called fucking kidnapping, asshole!” I said before slamming him hard against the wall.
“Salvatore, get off him,” Roman said, his voice the calmest of all. “Let him go.”
“Yeah, Salvatore, get off me,” Dominic mimicked Roman.
His face, his tone, they infuriated me. He didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone. Not Jacob. Not Natalie, not anyone. “You fucking prick.” I released him, and Dominic straightened, attempting to fix his collar, but as he did, I drew my fist back and struck his jaw so hard, his head slammed back into the wall, and he stumbled. “You don’t even give a shit, do you?” I straightenedhim, and this time, drove my fist into his gut. “You don’t give a shit about scaring that little boy. About scaring the crap out of your brother’s wife.”
It took three men and Roman to drag me off him, but before they did, I’d landed one more punch on Dominic’s jaw. He struggled to stand, his grin angry as he wiped blood from his lip.
“What thehellare you talking about, Salvatore?” my father demanded.
I noticed then how he stood back, watching, a weariness in his eyes.
“Why don’t you tell him?” I said, fighting against the men who held me, watching Dominic, his expression pissed, bruises already coloring his face. “Tell him what you did.”
“He’s my nephew too.”
“Fuck you, you’ve never cared about that.”
“Enough!” My father’s voice bellowed through the room. “Sit him down.”
The men holding me shoved me into a seat and held me there. I watched my father stalk toward Dominic. I’d never seen him do that with him before.
“Did you hurt Jacob?” he asked, his tone low, threatening.
“I didn’t hurt him. I took him toy shopping and bought him a fucking ice-cream cone!”
“You scared him. He’s just a child. Your brother’s son!” I said.
“Dominic?” my father asked, some of the color drained from his face.
I freed myself of the men who held me and stood. “I have just one message for you.” My voice came low and deep. “Stay away from Natalie and Jacob, or God help me—”
“Dominic!” my father snapped.
I walked out, shaking out of the hold of one of Dominic’s men. “I’m leaving. Keep your hands off me.”
