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Chapter 49

After our brief, tearful reunion—marked by sniffles and swollen eyes—we're forced to cut it short. We still need to find a way out. Domenico's gaze sweeps over me, and his jaw tightens as he takes in the state, I'm in.

I understand his anger—someone violated his wife, and I know I'd feel the same if my husband were treated that way.

He glanced past me and asked, "How did you manage to make that fool bleed so much?"

"Well, husband, I'd love to give you all the details," I say, looking at him expectantly, "but maybe we should get out of here first—before they find out we killed their boss and decide to kill us too."

"Can you find a way to cover your body before we walk through the house—or at least until we find something decent?"

I glance down and notice that two buttons somehow survived that monster's assault. Quickly, I fasten the front and tie the bottom loosely—just enough to hold it together without restricting my movement.

He hands me a gun, pulling it from his waistband, and says, "I'm not sure how many guards are outside, but I tied up three maids and took out two guards. We're heading out—you stay close behind me and keep this weapon on you."

"I love you," I whisper, my eyes welling with tears as I gaze at the face I've missed with every part of my heart and soul—even though I only saw him this morning.

He took my hand and led me out of the room, saying, "Baby, when we're finally out of this place, I'll show you just how much I love you. Okay?"

"God, I missed his touch. And in all the chaos of this place, I nearly forgot—I'm carrying a child inside me."

We step out of the room, and the house remains eerily quiet. I'm still on edge, but I remind myself that staying calm and clear-headed is the only way to face whatever comes next—panic won't keep us alive.

I point to the right and whisper, "There's a house on the property that the guards use as their base—it's over that way."

He says, "Alright, let's head this way then," as we begin walking in the opposite direction.

He leads me down a part of the house I've never seen before—probably one he explored while searching for me—and says, "The garage is down this corridor, but first we need to check how many guards are posted at the gate."

"Two, three, four, five, six," Domenico counts quietly as I stay alert, scanning our surroundings for any sounds or signs of approaching danger.

"Let's go see what vehicles we can use to get out of here," he says, just as we begin heading toward the garage—only to be stopped in our tracks by a guard.

"Where do you think you're going?" a guard growls as he suddenly appears in front of us. He reaches for his weapon, but I'm faster—already holding the gun. I fire, hitting him in the throat, just as Domenico begins to draw his own.

I really can't stand all the blood.

Domenico turns, shooting me a stunned glance.

"What?" I ask him. "You took too long to get it out," I say with a shrug. "Mine was already in my hand."

"Wow, I'm still not used to that side of you," Domenico says with a chuckle. "I'll show you later how I handle things." He nods at his own comment as he leads me down a dim corridor toward the garage.

As we step into the garage, we're greeted by the sight of six vehicles, most of them with tinted windows—thankfully.

"We're taking this bulletproof one," Domenico says, pointing to a Range Rover Sport.