Across the city, Dominic had no idea that Mila had already given birth to their baby.
For the past few months, he had been tirelessly eliminating Mathius's men one by one. He wanted to finish everything as quickly as possible so he could finally return to Mila and live the peaceful life they had dreamed of.
He pressed himself against the wall, adjusting the pistol in his hand. His sharp eyes scanned the dimly lit room as he silently waited for his target.
Moments later, the door swung open.
A man staggered inside, his steps unsteady from alcohol. He loosened his tie before dropping heavily onto the sofa.
"John," he shouted, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. "Bring me some water."
Dominic watched him without blinking.
The man was obviously drunk. His eyelids drooped, and he could barely keep his eyes open.
There was no need to waste a bullet on him. Quietly, Dominic slipped the pistol back into its holster.
