Page 18 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“It’s been an hour, Dom.”

“An hour?” Dom frowned and shifted slightly. “So?”

“So I don’t think anyone’s following us.”

Dom blinked and lowered his gun. Jesus, how had it been that long already?

With a sigh of exhaustion, he turned back around and raised the window. Part one of the plan was done; now they needed to focus on what the hell to do next.

One thing he didn’t want to do? Check his phone.

He pulled his cell out of the filthy pocket of the jeans he’d stolen, and inwardly cursed when he saw the many missed calls and messages from his father. One by one he opened them, and while his dad was every bit as pissed as he expected, one voicemail had Dom’s stomach sinking even further.

Never in all the years he’d been alive had he deliberately gone against his father’s orders. Not just because Vincenzo was his father—but because he was the boss.Theboss. The one you didn’t cross or lie to.

Dom opened up a new message.

I’ve got him.

Like his father had been waiting by the phone, a response popped up immediately.

Take the kid and get to a secure location away from here. Tell no one where you are.

It was telling that Dom didn’t have to say more than three words to his father for him to understand phase two of his plan. He’d already known they couldn’t just go back to the Rossetti compound, not right now, and that meant getting away from the city.Faraway.

“How much longer?” Dom asked Chef as he slid his phone back into his pocket.

“Almost there.”

“Almost where?” It was the first time Luca had spoken since they reached the car, which had to be a record for the kid, which told Dom he was more shaken up over this whole thing than he was letting on.

“We’ve got to get away for a little while,” Dom replied.

“Get away where? Why?”

Dom shook his head. “You still ask too many questions.”

“And you still never answer any.”

“Because you’ll find out soon enough. We just have to make a quick stop to get what we need.”

Luca ran his eyes down over Dom, and while he knew it was because of the shit outfit he’d stolen, his dick couldn’t help noticing the slow perusal.

“What, like new clothes?”

“Maybe. Not a fan?”

“It’s not really your style.” Luca sniffed. “Or smell.”

“You know my smell?” Dom arched a brow. “Careful, kid, I’m going to start to think you were dreaming about me while I was gone.”

Luca scoffed. “Hardly. Didn’t sleep a wink. Seems you were thinking about me, though.”

Dom turned to look out the window. Luca’s words had landed a heavy blow. From the second Luca was taken, Dom hadn’t thought of anything other than him.

Dom’s laser-like focus on getting Luca back had become downright obsessive, and that he’d risked his own life and gone against his father’s orders said he’d been doing a lot more thanthinkingabout Luca. There’d been a whole lot offeeling, too—most of which he refused to think about.

“They took something that belonged to me—”

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