“Or I’ll cut out that tongue you think is so fucking talented.” He pushed Luca’s glass forward. “Drink.”
Clearly Luca was pushing Dom’s buttons, and something inside him felt pretty fucking proud he could do that. He picked up the glass and held it up to his lips.“You getting me drunk for a reason?”
Dom refilled his own glass. “Why? Have something better to do?”
Good point. Without a TV or any entertainment for a distraction, all Luca was left with were his thoughts. Numbing them with vodka wasn’t a terrible idea. Hell, it might even make Dom bearable.
He downed the contents in one long gulp, wincing at the taste. Wasn’t the expensive shit supposed to be smoother? It all tasted the same to him.
“If you tell me you need a fucking mixer, you can get the hell out.”
Luca narrowed his eyes and pushed his empty glass across the counter. “Another.”