Dominic beat him, throwing his punches on his face, chest, and stomach again and again.
Marco's groans echoed inside the room. Blood spilled from his lips, streaking down his chin, staining the sheets beneath him.
But Dominic didn't stop. He kept hitting him until Marco was almost unconscious.
Marco's face was barely recognizable—bruised, swollen, and his breathing ragged and uneven. He coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. But he grinned through his pain.
There was not a trace of fear in his eyes.
"Go on…" Marco rasped. "Kill me."
Dominic tightened his fist again and leaned forward. For a moment, it truly looked like he would smash his head.
But he pulled back.
"No, I won't kill you." Dominic got out of bed. "You'll stay alive. And I'll make you regret it."
Marco laughed. "You are already losing, Dominic. It doesn't matter if I live or die. I'm just a pawn."
