Page 44 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“WOW. THIS IS yours?” Luca stared in awe and let out a low whistle at the beautiful boat Dom had pulled up to the dock. It somehow looked both vintage and modern at the same time, with a polished wood exterior that gleamed in the bright afternoon sun and the name “Giuliana” written in cursive along the back. The front of the boat had one long seat, like you’d find in a car from the fifties, and there was an open space behind it where you could stretch out and catch a tan.

“Yes,” Dom said from where he stood at the end of the dock. In a pair of shorts and a loose white shirt he’d left unbuttoned to his chest, Dom looked more relaxed—and mesmerizingly attractive—than Luca thought he ever had.

Seriously, it was distracting.

“Want to go for a ride?”

Luca thought back to a few nights ago when he’d beenridden, tied up in the pavilion above them, and he had a feeling Dom had said that on purpose. This boat trip wouldn’t be the same wild ride, but he was definitely up for a tour of the gorgeous lake he’d been admiring for days.

“Hell yes, I do.” Luca handed Dom the basket he’d found in the kitchen and filled with a variety of food from the market. Then he climbed into the boat and scooted down the long seat.

“What’s this?”

“Sustenance for later.”

“Ah.” Dom set the basket in the open back and then set about untying the boat from the dock. A few seconds later he lowered himself in beside Luca and threw on his sunglasses.

It didn’t seem fair that he looked so perfectly at home here all casual on the lake and also managed to completely slay in a suit in New York. But that was part of the attraction.

Although it also helped that Luca hadn’t seen an injured or dead body in all the time he’d been in Italy and had been able to push the psycho killer side of Dom conveniently to the back of his mind.

As Dom started up the engine and they slowly moved away from the dock and into the deeper waters of the lake, Luca couldn’t help his smile. How could he when this place was like a dream? A much better dream than he’d had in longer than he could remember.

Luca tilted his face toward the sun and took a big inhale of the warm, fresh air before slowly letting it out.

“If you keep your eyes closed like that you’re going to miss the view,” Dom said.

“On the contrary, I’m immensely enjoying the view. And the sun. And this chauffeured boating experience.”

“Chauffeured?” Dom scoffed. “You may not like it as much when I pitch you overboard.”

“I thought you left the threats back in New York.”

“Hardly.”

You can take the man out of the city…Luca thought as he settled into the seat, laying his arm out along the edge of the boat. With Dom the speed demon at the helm, they flew past the historic homes lining the coast.

“Are you a Star Wars or Bond fan?” Dom said.

“That might be the most random thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Dom slowed the boat down to a crawl and pointed out one of the villas along the lake. “Look familiar?”

Luca squinted under the bright sun and brought his hand up to shade his eyes. It did look familiar, but it took him a minute to figure out why.

“Wait, is that where Anakin and Padme got married? On Naboo?”

“I have no fucking idea. I just know they shoot a lot of shit there.”

“Oh. What’s it called?”

“Villa Balbianello.”

“Balbianello,” Luca repeated. “I like that. How come all the homes here have names?”

“Because back in the days before Christ—I don’t fucking know.” Dom sped the boat back up and headed away from the coast. “If you want the historic tour, you’ll need to find another guide.”

“Nah, you’ll do.”

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