MILA’S POV My head snapped up to see none other than Dominic striding into the room, wearing a black shirt and black pants with a gun holster strapped to his back. His dark hair sat lazily on his head and his sharp, gray eyes scanned the room until they landed on my kneeling form. His brows furrowed and his eyes seemed to darken, though his face betrayed nothing else. The room dropped a few degrees, and Matteo’s friends instantly straightened on their seats, their arrogant expressions completely dissipating at Dominic’s commanding presence. “Matteo? What are you doing?” He asked, his tone almost sounding bored as he stepped further into the room. “Ah, Dom! You’re here,” Matteo chuckled as he zipped up his pants and turned to Dominic. “Just trying to have some fun with this piccola puttana. She’s quite a looker, isn’t she?” Dominic grunted as he strode towards the main leather couch across from us and took a seat. His broad shoulders were relaxed, but there was somethin
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