Page 45 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“I’lldo?”

“Yeah.” Luca angled himself toward Dom. “I’ve got a nice view right here. You know, you’re not bad to look at when you aren’t covered in someone else’s blood.”

“Well, that could change. It’s still early.”

Luca gasped and clutched his heart. “Was that a joke? Dom Rossetti is cracking jokes in the middle of Lake Como like a normal human being?”

“Careful. That smartass mouth of yours isn’t doing you any favors.”

“No? What does my mouth make you wanna do?”

Dom looked over at Luca and lowered his glasses. “Either punch it or fill it. I can’t decide.”

Luca’s heart began to beat faster as he swallowed hard. Always the threat of violence mixed with pleasure. As if Dom didn’t know any other way.

“How do you do it?” Luca found himself saying. “How can you have this sexy, likable side to you and still do…all the things you do?”

“Like chauffeuring around Americans that talk too much?”

“I’m serious.”

Dom sighed and slowed the speed down a notch. He kept his eyes forward as he said, “It’s who I am, Luca. I didn’t have a choice.”

“But even if youcouldchoose, you’d still want this life? The kidnapping, the killing…”

“I’ve never done something to someone that they didn’t deserve.” Dom glanced at him. “And yes, that includes taking you.”

“No regrets about that, huh?”

Dom looked away. “No. Ultimately, you are who you are.”

“A super-hot charmer who just happens to share DNA with a few horrible humans?”

That made Dom crack the smallest of smiles. “Something like that.”

“So that’s how you justify what you do? You hurt people you think deserve it?”

The smile dropped in an instant. “I don’t have to justify any-fucking-thing.”

“No, you don’t,” Luca said, treading carefully. “I’d just like to understand. I mean, you have to know what you do isn’t normal. Or right.”

“In what world? Yours? You grew up in a goddamn bubble, Luca. Welcome to reality. It’s shit.” The muscle in Dom’s jaw clenched, and Luca wondered if he’d gone too far. But he couldn’t help the curiosity that gnawed at him.

“You’re right,” Luca said. “I did grow up in a bubble, and I’m glad. The best thing the Fiores did was get rid of me.”

“They must’ve made quite the impression in only twenty-four hours.”

Yeah, they really had. Luca had been on the couch, his arms and legs still bound by the gaggle of Fiore madmen when he finally got a good look at Constantino. He wasn’t sure what he expected to feel seeing the man that had put him on this Earth, but his gut feeling had been revulsion. That instinct proved to be right on, especially when the man flat out said he didn’t want Luca. He onlyneededhim.

Screw that. Luca deserved a hell of a lot more in his life than people who would use and abuse him. Not that long ago, he’d counted Dom as one of them.

But now…

Now Luca wasn’t the frightened man he’d been when they first met. Now he had questions, and he wasn’t afraid to ask them. After all, they’d left behind a mess back in the States, and what would be left to go back to? If that was the plan.

Luca chewed on his lip. “Do you think everything’s okay in New York? With your family?”

“I don’t know.”

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