"You. Don't. Touch. My. Wife." His voice echoed in the small space. Unfortunately for Filippo, Dominic's thirst for blood wasn't quenched yet.
Delfina stood by the side, she didn't interrupt, she didn't want to interrupt.
If anything, she wanted Dominic to hit Filippo across the face even more. But when Filippo was close to passing out, she reached out to stop him.
"If you continue, he's going to die," she said, fear evident in her voice.
She despised Filippo, but death was another easy punishment for him.
Her words got Dominic to pause for a moment, his fist hanging in the air.
His gaze darkened when he saw Filippo was close to losing consciousness, however, he still wasn't done with him.
Standing on his own two feet, Dominic picked up one of Filippo's legs and pulled him with him, dragging him out of the room like a rag doll.
"Dominic…" She called him but he didn't respond.
