Page 58 of Forbidden Mafia Prince

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

LUCA WRAPPED A towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower the next morning feeling like he’d been hit by a bus. The last few days had finally caught up with him, and after he finally fell back asleep this morning, he slept so long and hard that the sun was now high in the middle of the sky. He never slept so late, but the adrenaline that had kept him on edge was now gone. In its wake, he felt nothing but bone-tiredness and a resignation that nothing was in his control. The events of last night had made sure of that.

He wiped the steam off the mirror and rubbed at the stubble along his jaw. He liked to keep his face smooth, but apparently a razor was too much to ask for in this place. Did they honestly think he was any kind of threat even with a shaving tool?

Luca sighed and tossed the towel over a rack then looked at the clothes he hadn’t asked for. He fingered one of the shirts that probably cost more than his tuition for a year. It was nice, softer than what he normally wore. He considered leaving it there, a rebellious act that would only prove futile. But hell, if he was fucked anyway, may as well wear the damn clothes.

As he pulled on the shirt, his thoughts went to what he should be doing right now. There was no doubt in his mind he’d already been kicked off the general surgery rotation for being a no-show, and that made him sick to his stomach. All that hard work, all the years of being focused, all the dreams he had of the future—gone.

And in its place, a multimillion-dollar penthouse without a razor and an arrogant bastard who’d rather push him around after a blow job than actually admit he enjoyed it.

Fucker,Luca thought as he pulled on a pair of jeans. No matter what was happening, however bad, it wasn’t an excuse to treat someone like shit, and Luca was done. He wasn’t letting Dom intimidate or threaten him anymore.

He threw open the door and stalked down the hall, not giving a thought to who else might be there. As far as he was concerned, if he was stuck here, then free rein of the place was within his rights as an occupant. Poor, scared little hostage no more.

As he walked to the kitchen, he saw Dom out of the corner of his eye, sitting at the dining table eating. Luca ignored him and opened the fridge, scanning the contents. At some point it must have been stocked, because each shelf was piled high with condiments and prepackaged meals from one of the restaurants downstairs.

After choosing one of the gourmet salads, he settled on one of the barstools, his back to the dining room. The last thing he wanted to do was make conversation, especially without an apology, which he doubted Dom even knew how to do.

As he stabbed a forkful of lettuce and steak, he heard the scraping of a chair being pushed back.

Good. Maybe Dom was so put off by the sight of Luca that he’d go hide inhisroom for once.

No such luck. Dom rounded the island, dropping his empty meal package into the trash before moving to the sink. He took his time washing off his knife and fork then stood opposite Luca, his hands braced on the counter.

Luca felt the stare but continued to pretend Dom didn’t exist. His food was surprisingly delicious, and it was easy to focus on that.

“So you are alive,” Dom finally said.

“Unfortunate, isn’t it?”

“What’s your problem? You wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”

“Nope, just shocked I didn’t wake up at the bottom of a river.”

“Ah. Feeling spirited this afternoon?”

Luca had to stop himself from rolling his eyes and stabbed one of the hard-boiled egg halves. “I don’t hear an apology.”

“Excuse me?”

He looked up at Dom. “An apology. You know, where you say, ‘I’m sorry for being such an asshole.’”

“An asshole…” Dom smirked. “But not for threatening your life? Interesting where you draw the line.”

Luca glared, well aware that his logic was way off, but he wouldn’t sit there and justify himself. He was over being so meek, and if he was stuck in this godforsaken tower with this egomaniac then he was going to make this just as uncomfortable for Dom.

“At least I know how to draw a line. You don’t have any boundaries. You walk around as though life is yours to give and take.”

“It is.” Dom crossed his arms. “Especially yours.”

Luca shook his head. “Whatever.” He stabbed into another piece of meat and chewed it with vigor. It was probably best he shut up now with the way he was feeling.

“Wishing that was me right now?”

Luca swallowed and eyed the arrogant ass.Why won’t he just leave me alone?“Definitely not. I had enough of you in my mouth last night.” He thought he caught Dom’s lips twitch.

“I meant the way youimpaledthe steak.”

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