A few men in black suits jumped out and encircled the car, guns raised, their movements swift and lethal.
Mila stiffened, her heartbeat pounding wildly against her ribs. Fear spread through her veins, turning her fingers ice-cold. Then she saw Dominic step out of the car and stand like a king.
His expression was dark, murderous—his mere presence enough to suffocate the air around him. Anyone would tremble under that gaze.
Mila did too.
"We give you one minute," Lucas shouted sharply. "Hand over the woman, or none of you leave alive!"
Mila glanced at the man beside her.
He had already unlocked his gun, his face grim. He was ready to fight.
"Don't do anything stupid," she said urgently, her voice low but firm. "They outnumber you. You won't survive this."
He hesitated.
"Your boss told you to release me," she added quickly. "Do it. At least you'll live."
Something shifted in his expression. After a brief pause, he unlocked the door.
"Go."
