#Chapter 69: Gone

Dominic POV The second half of the meeting went exactly as Dominic expected: badly. Worse, even, if that is possible. At one point, Francesco nearly knocked over a glass pitcher in his rant about needing “proof” that the Russians weren’t actually in the city and in the middle of planning a coordinated strike against the Carusos. By the time the meeting was finally called to an end, Dominic had a pounding headache and a raw desire to put a bullet through the nearest solid surface just to release some of this pent up energy. He rubbed his temple as the chairs scraped back and everyone dispersed from the room, leaving only him behind. The longer this dragged on, the more unmanageable it all became. Dominic walked out to meet Romero outside, spotting him standing near the car, a rare cigarette burning between his fingers as he stared down at his phone, unmoving. Odd. He couldn’t remember the last time Romero smoked. It wasn’t a vice his second usually partook in, let