With a steadier hand this time, he pulled a hanger free, and when his eyes landed on the label, they almost fell out of his head.Versace? Seriously?
Luca quickly shoved it back in place. That thing cost more than his entire wardrobe, and the last thing he wanted to do was damage it in any way and give Dom another reason to punish him.
He moved away from the rack, not wanting to have to think about this place, those clothes, the man in the room down the hall from him, any more tonight. His entire life had been turned on its head in a span of days, and he was going to need every ounce of courage and determination just to make it through the night.
Luca kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, not bothering to pull the covers back. He wasn’t going to get any real sleep, he knew that. But if he could just shut off his brain for a few minutes and reboot, then maybe he stood a fighting chance.
He settled in with his back against the pillows and headboard, his knees up tight against his chest, and stared at himself in the mirror across the room.
Who am I?He had no goddamn clue. But if he was who Dom said he was—the heir to this rival family—was there really any hope he was going to get out of this alive?
A tear fell free and rolled down his cheek, but instead of wiping it away, Luca closed his eyes and tried not to think of the fact that he was now merely waiting to die.