Page 30 of Forbidden Mafia Prince

Dom shrugged and slipped his hands into his pockets. “I don’t seehimat all.”

“Really?” Vincenzo glanced over his shoulder to the room where they’d left Luca. The glittering lights of the surrounding buildings silhouetted his figure as he stared out at the city below. He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, and Dom couldn’t stop his eyes from traveling down the toned arms and tall frame filling out those clothes—two-day-old clothes, mind you.

Huh, they probably should get him something different if he was going to be there awhile. Dom hadn’t thought of that.

“You don’t see him? I find that difficult to believe. Not when you have a penchant for such attractive things. Clothes, cars, men…” Vincenzo cocked his head to the side. “Don’t fool yourself, Dom. You see him.”

Dom looked to Luca and nodded. “You’re right. I see him. But not how you think. I see him as the answer to every single thing we’ve ever wanted. A way to finally take what our family rightly deserves. He is the key.”

“He is. Which is why it’s so important he stays alive.” Vincenzo reached inside his jacket and pulled out an envelope. “It’s time you have a talk with him. Explain a few…matters.”

Dom took the envelope from his father and slid out the photo that lay inside. As his eyes fell on the image of the immediate Fiore family, his fingers tightened around the edges. It took everything he had not to scrunch the damn thing up when he saw them all together like that, but one thing in particular kept that photo safe. The picture proof of what they now knew from DNA.

Fucking hell,he’d known the resemblance was strong, but seeing this… “He looks just like her.”

“I thought you didn’t see him?”

Dom looked up in time to catch his father’s smirk.

“You can’t lie to me, son. I know you too well. Now, I have to leave.”

Dom nodded and slid the photo back inside the envelope and then into his pants pocket. “I’m sorry you had to come. It won’t happen again.”

“I know.”

Vincenzo headed for the front door but then paused, turning back to look at Luca before focusing on Dom. “Don’t make this hard on yourself, Dom. Don’t touch him.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’ll say it hasn’t crossed your mind, but don’t forget I know you.”

Dom crossed his arms, feeling annoyed his father felt like this even needed to be brought up. “I thought the rule was as long as I’m discreet with my personal life that anything goes.”

“Yes, but not with him. Anyone but him. Don’t make me regret this.”

Dom held up his hands, not saying a word, but giving his father the peace of mind to leave here and hopefully never bring the topic up again.

“I’ll see you at the gala Friday. Make sure the boy’s there.” Vincenzo kissed Dom’s cheek, then the other, and after he knocked on the door, his security whisked him away in a matter of seconds.

As the door closed, the lock automatically engaging, Dom put a hand out to steady himself and sighed. How was it possible in such a large penthouse to feel like the walls were closing in on him? His life wasn’t his own, he’d always known and accepted that, but the leniency he’d been shown regarding his…extracurricularactivities now seemed to be in the past.

He turned, leaning against the door, and his eyes caught on Luca still looking out at the city. Probably wishing he was home. Definitely thinking of a way to get back there.

Don’t touch him. Anyone but him.

His father’s words felt less like a warning and more like a taunt. He wasn’t used to being told what—or whom—he could and could not do. The rebellious streak in him was already thinking thoughts he shouldn’t be.

But no. Dom wouldn’t go there. He may be stuck with Luca alone for who knew how long, but he’d do his level best to remember exactly who he was.

Then again, that was all easier said than done.

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