Dominic stood amidst the aftermath, his chest heaving with exertion, his body splattered with the blood of his enemies. The kitchen was a testament to the brutality of the encounter, a battlefield littered with broken bodies..
With a mixture of weariness and triumph, Dominic turned his gaze to the fallen mafia members, his voice dripping with a cold, taunting edge. "Seems like you underestimated me," he sneered, his words laced with icy determination. "But remember this, those who dare to cross me meet a fate far worse than death."
His victory was complete, but there was no joy in his heart. Dominic knew that the path he walked was one of darkness and violence, a never-ending battle against the forces that sought to harm the innocent.
"Are you okay?" He asked as Eve yelled before Dominic was pushed back by some men who started to beat him out of the house while she had to face off against another fresh wave of enemies herself.