Page 1 of Sinful Mafia Prince

CHAPTERONE

LUCA STRUGGLED TO open his eyes through a blinding pain emanating from the back of his skull.

Damn, what had he done? Had the terror twins come back and knocked him out?

He tried to lift his hand to touch the tender spot, but he couldn’t seem to lift his arm.

What the hell?

He tried again, this time with the other arm, and that was when he realized his hands had been bound together behind him.

Luca’s eyes flew open.

Holy shit. He was in a…trunk?

The sound of rough New York accents assaulted his ears, and he found himself holding his breath as he tried to place who else was in the car with him.

“Fuckin’ Rossetti. You shoulda shot him in the head.”

“Did you miss me tyin’ up the kid? What wereyoudoin’, wiseass?”

Fear struck Luca’s heart at the sound of the unfamiliar men talking about murder and kidnapping as if it were no big deal. He was with the Fiores. He had to be.

Through the pain in his head, he remembered the sound of tires squealing and that he’d jumped into the back seat of Dom’s SUV like he was instructed. But then shots rang out and someone had pulled him out of the car…tied his hands…forced him into the trunk…and all the while, he’d been yelling for Dom.

Oh God, Dom. Apparently he hadn’t been shot in the head, but he couldn’t be in good shape after being so outnumbered. He hadn’t been able to get to Luca, and neither had Joe—though he wouldn’t be such a loss, if Luca was honest.

Shit, where were they taking him?

“Is the kid still out?” he heard one of the men ask, and he quickly squeezed his eyes shut.

“Yeah, he’s out. Frankie knocked him pretty good. Boss’ll be pissed.”

“Well, he wouldn’t shut up. Kept callin’ out for Rossetti like he could help him. The kid’s obviously not too bright if he thinks that guy would do anything other than kill him.”

Luca’s stomach twisted at the mention of Dom and his intentions. How were these guys any better if he was tied up in a fucking trunk?

And why did everyone keep calling him “kid”?

“Shocker he’s still alive at all. Figured the Rossettis would’ve strung him up for the boss to see the second they got their hands on him. Seems they were playing some sorta long game.”

“Yeah.” One of the guys snorted. “One they just fuckin’ lost. Dumb fuckers.”

The Suburban must’ve hit a pothole then, because Luca’s entire body bounced and rolled toward the back seats, and his back now faced the window, the only source of any kind of direction he had.Shit.

He wriggled around, trying to turn himself back in the direction he’d been facing. The last thing he wanted was his back to these animals when they finally got wherever they were going. But at the same time, if they were taking him somewhere to shoot, kill, and bury him, he’d rather not see it coming.

“Boss is gonna be fuckin’ pumped we got him.”

“And right out from under their noses.”

Someone grunted their agreement, then added, “Not sure Mick’ll feel the same. He wants nothin’ to do with the kid. Was more than happy to let Rossetti take him out. He’s gonna be pissed we’re bringin’ him in.”

Luca filed away each piece of information and wondered if they’d be talking so much if they knew he was conscious. Probably not.

“Yeah, well, Mick ain’t in charge, is he? Boss wanted him, so we go get him. End of story.”

“And Vinnie and Diego?”

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