Page 24 of Sinful Mafia Prince

Dom reached for the satchel and opened it up, then flipped open Luca’s passport. “Silas Wheeler?”

“What, don’t like it?”

“I hate it.”

Luca shrugged and turned back to the window. “Too bad. You put me on the spot, that’s what you get.”

Dom studied the photo and zeroed in on Luca’s thick lashes, full lips, and that damn freckle.

Why the hell did Dom have to be so damn attracted to him? This whole plan of his and his father’s would’ve gone so much easier if Luca had just looked and acted like every other Fiore. But somewhere along the way, Dom had stopped seeing him like that. He’d stopped seeing him as the enemy and started to see him as—

“Is there anywhere else you need to go, Dom?”

Chef’s voice pulled Dom away from his dangerous line of thinking. They were about to exit the city and head toward New Jersey.

“No. We have all we need.”

Chef gave a clipped nod and left it at that. They continued in silence for a couple of miles, but when they headed over the bridge out of the city, Luca said, “Let me guess, Newark?”

Dom raised a brow and shook his head. “Do you really think I’m going to let you traipse through an international airport where you can talk to just anyone—including police and security?”

Luca narrowed his eyes.

“Really, Luca—”

“Silas.”

“Really,Luca, if that’s what you think, you don’t know me at all.”

“I know you’re an evasive pain in the ass.”

“And you’re a foolish, mouthy child who doesn’t know when to quit while he’s ahead.”

“Achild?” Luca looked at where Dom held Luca’s passport open on his photo. “Now who’s being foolish?”

Dom quickly shut the passport and shoved it back in the satchel. “Italy.”

“What?” When Dom just stared at him, Luca’s eyes bugged wide. “We’re going to Italy? I can’t—”

“You can and you are, and that’s all you’re getting right now.” Dom could see the wheels turning as Luca digested what he’d just been told. “Have you ever been before?”

“Uh, no, when would I have the time?”

“No family vacation?”

“ToItaly?”

“They are Italian, aren’t they?”

Luca started to respond, but seemed to change his mind.

“What?”

Luca looked a little dumbfounded for a minute and then shook his head. “It’s nothing, I just— I never really thought about the fact that they were Italian. I grew up as a Davis. But I guess that’s not their real name, is it?”

Ah, that made sense. Guess Constantino didn’t get to that part of the story during their little family reunion.

“I’m assuming no.”

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