Page 46 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“You haven’t talked to them?”

“No. It’s not safe for them to know where we are.”

“But Chef knows, right? You haven’t talked to him?”

“Once. But he’s not telling me shit.” Dom let out a sigh and pushed his windblown hair off his forehead.

“That’s driving you crazy, isn’t it? Being out of the loop.”

“No,” he said a little too quickly.

“Liar. I saw the way you were in the penthouse when you weren’t allowed to leave. You were like a caged animal.”

“Well, this time it was my choice to take myself out of it.”

“Why?”

Dom practically growled. “Jesus Christ with the questions.”

“I told you. I’m trying to understand you.”

“And I’m telling you, you don’t want to do that.”

“Maybe I do.”

“Why? Because I’m a great fuck and you need to convince yourself there’s something redeemable about me? Because you couldn’t possibly enjoy getting off to a psychopath?”

“That’s how you see yourself? As a psychopath?”

“Aren’t I?”

“I thought so. But a psychopath wouldn’t save me.”

Dom turned to him, a denial obviously on the tip of his tongue, but it never came. Instead he snapped his mouth shut and slowed the boat to a stop. As they rocked back and forth with the gentle lapping of the waves, Luca decided what the hell and kept going.

“Look, I’m alive and in this beautiful place when you could’ve left me with the people you hate. But you didn’t. You saved me even against your father’s wishes, so call me crazy, but I’m thinking you care a little about me. Like maybe the smallest amount humanly possible, but it’s there. But don’t worry, I don’t expect you to admit it.”

“Good.”

Dom stayed silent for a long time, staring out at something in the distance. Luca wished he could see his eyes, but Dom’s sunglasses shielded the truth Luca knew he’d see.

Okay. He’d tried. He couldn’t force Dom to open up, and at the moment, he wondered why he’d even bothered.

Luca sighed. It was too beautiful of a day to waste it, so fine, he’d put his questions away and enjoy the majestic view. There were other boats out taking advantage of the day, but in such a vast lake, they didn’t get too close.

The silence between him and Dom was deafening, though, putting a damper on what should’ve been a good time.Keep it light,he thought.Say something about the weather. Isn’t that what New Yorkers do?

“If I lived in a place like this, I’d never leave. It’s perfect.”

There. Dom couldn’t argue or find fault with that.

But Luca was proven wrong once again, as Dom stood up without warning and climbed out of the front seat to the back of the boat. He let down what looked like an anchor and then sat down at the rear, letting his legs hang over the edge into the water.

Welp. That action was answer enough, wasn’t it?

It didn’t look like Luca would ever find out who Dom Rossetti really was.

CHAPTERTWENTY

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