Dominic stared at me for a moment, so much turmoil in his eyes. Then he schooled his features, nodded, and turned on his heel, following his father.
“You OK?” Vincent asked, taking my hand to dance with me.
I watched as the man who’d been standing with Dominic and Vincent followed Matteo. Alessio brought up the rear.
“What’s happening?” I asked, clinging to Vincent as we spun on the dance floor.
“Pieces are in play. Shit’s about to go down. We should go.”
“We can’t leave Dominic,” I hissed, locking eyes on him.
“Baby B, this is our chance. I can get you the fuck out of here right now. Dom can deal with his old man. No one has to get hurt.”
I hesitated for all of one second before I nodded. Vincent gripped my hand and hauled me toward the exit. We’d nearly made it to the door when four guards stopped us.
“Valentino, boss wants to see you. Bring the girl,” one said gruffly as they blocked our path.
Vincent’s hold on my hand tightened. Two of the guards grabbed me by the arms, making me cry out.
But there wasn’t shit we could do. I saw the look in Vincent’s eyes. The game had started, and we had to play.