Framed and Fractured

Dominic’s POV

I sat on the edge of the hospital bed in my apartment, pressing an ice pack against the side of my face where Don’s fist had landed with a force that still rattled me. My jaw throbbed, my ribs ached, and my pride—what little I had left—felt thoroughly trampled.

The antiseptic smell in the air didn’t help. It reminded me of all the wrong turns my life seemed to take lately. Everything