POV: Dominic 

“Why did you do it?

How could you hurt me that way, I thought we were friends!

I called you brother, Raphael, we fucking ate from the same bowl. What did I ever do to you? I asked him angrily, kicking him in his ribs repeatedly as I kept asking him. 

“I’m sorry, Dom. I’m truly sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I promise!” he responded with pain, his voice getting weaker.

“Yes, you did! 

You fucking did it to hurt me, you did it on purpose and you ruined our friendship too. Sorry doesn’t cut it your apology doesn’t mean anything to me. I have thought...