Salvatore wasn't one of those men who got easily flustered. He always had control, even in extreme situations. An attack like the one at the nightclub seemed too absurd for the kind of threats he was used to. However, ever since the children came into his life, something inside him had changed. He felt a constant pressure in his chest, an urgent need to keep them safe.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" Victoria asked when they returned to the mansion. "Do your wounds hurt?"

Salvatore snorted and looked at her expressionlessly. "Yes, I'm fine. The wounds have already healed. And you, you can't participate in an important mission like this...