Page 22 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“Such an American. Just give me a neutral face.”

Luca did as he asked, and after a few snaps, it was Dom’s turn.

Damn. How was it that even in shabby clothes and his always-perfect hair out of place, Dom managed to look so unbelievably attractive? It wasn’t right. Even with his permanent scowl, he had such a presence and magnetism.

As Dom stared the camera down, Milton lifted his head.“Maybe a little less…angry.”

“I’m not angry. This is just my face.”

“Okay. Can you try a hint of a smile?”

“No. Just take the damn picture.”

Luca cracked a grin that he covered with his hand. God, the man was infuriating. Bossy and controlling. An utter ass.

But there was something beyond all that that made Luca curious. And, for some reason he couldn’t understand, attracted as hell.

“That’ll do,” Milton said, heading back to his desk and hooking the camera up to his computer. “It won’t be too long, so have a seat if you want.”

Luca looked around for a chair, but it was either Milton’s unmade bed or the floor.They all chose to stand.

A million questions were going through Luca’s head, and he couldn’t wait to get out of here to bombard Dom and Chef with them. All he knew was they were leaving the country and needed fake names. So…going into hiding? Jesus, that seemed extreme. Not just a locked door or penthouse this time, but an entirely different country? Great. Getting farther and farther away from reality, he was.

“Do you want to give me specifics for place of birth and—”

“No,” Dom said. “The details don’t matter. Just get it done.”

Milton looked annoyed but nodded and went back to typing.

Luca’s mind drifted as they waited in silence, the room thick with tension. Where were they going? Somewhere like London, maybe? Or a place completely off the grid, like a random island not even listed on a map?

He didn’t know how to feel about it all, not with the way his life had become a whirlwind lately. The lack of control was infuriating, but the lack of information was worse. He was just expected to go along with whatever someone else wanted, in this case Dom. And while he no longer seemed ready to kill Luca at any moment, the fact that he hadwantedto was never far from Luca’s mind.

This was the man he was supposed to trust? He’d just learned about who he really was, and now he was expected to adopt another identity and go away? He was starting to lose his mind.

“Stop fidgeting.”

Dom’s low command made Luca snap out of his thoughts and back to the reality that was this tiny, barely lit room. He shoved his hands in his pockets so he’d stop picking at them and stifled a yawn. It’d been days since he had a really good night’s sleep. Actually, that wasn’t true. Even back at Yale he’d kept himself up worrying all night about classes, grades, rotations, being fucking perfect. Maybe he’d never actually slept great at all.

He closed his eyes, feeling like he could pass out even on his feet, and there was a very real possibility he did, because the next thing he knew, Dom nudged him.

Luca opened his eyes, and they landed on two passport booklets in Dom’s hand.

“Should I leave you here, then? Let you catch up on your beauty sleep?”

“That’ll cost you triple,” Milton said, placing a fistful of cash into a zipped bag and then shoving it in one of the desk drawers.

“No need. We’ll be taking the kid with us.” Chef produced another round of bills from his pocket and held them up between his fingers. “For your silence.”

Milton snatched the money and counted it twice before nodding. “Lips are zipped.”

Chef smiled, but it wasn’t one of the charming ones he’d given to Luca. It looked threatening and scary as hell. “Good. I’d hate to have to come back for a visit so soon.” He punctuated his words with a hard slap to Milton’s back, before leading Luca and Dom to the door.

“Oh, uh, let me get the locks,” Milton said, his voice shaking a little.

Looked like it wasn’t just Dom’s reputation that preceded him, but Chef’s too. Luca thought back to the dead bodies he’d seen at the Fiores’, and both Dom and Chef shrugging it off like it was no big deal, just an everyday occurrence.

Don’t think about that. They’re protecting you now, not threatening to dismember you. How about you keep it that way?

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