âYou think sheâs the f*****g threat?â Dominicâs voice was low abd thick. His eyes didnât move. They didnât need to. The way he said it alone made the air feel tight in their lungs. âShe just put your f*****g ribs back together and you still have the balls to doubt her?â Nobody answered. Not Nico. Not Matteo. Not even Romano, who could barely breathe without his head wobbling like it was loose on his neck. âNext time Iâll let you die.â âDom,â Nicoâs voice rasped, broken but pushing through. âItâs not that f*****g easy for us.â He coughed. Winced. But forced it out anyway. âYou donât know whatâs at stake.â Matteo groaned from the floor, trying to lift his head. âJust try and understand us. Please.â Dominicâs head tilted. Slow. Like a wolf hearing its prey breathe under the snow.

