Page 61 of Sinful Mafia Prince

Luca wriggled his feet around. “In a really fucking…weirdway.”

Dom snorted. “And you were so excited to get down here and try this.”

“Oh, it feels good, just…unexpected, that’s all.”

“That sounds familiar. Didn’t you say something like that last night?”

Luca chuckled. “You’re hilarious.”

Dom climbed into his barrel and winced as the juicy grapes popped between his toes.

“See—weird, huh?”

He began to move around, trying to get used to the feeling and texture, but Luca was right: it was just weird. Good…but fucking weird.

That seemed to be the theme with them. Because God knew Dom shouldn’t be standing in a vineyard laughing and enjoying himself with a Fiore. But as he looked over to see Luca’s smiling face, that was the only way he knew how to describe what was happening between them—good but fucking weird.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

LUCA CURLED HIS legs beneath him on the plush rug in the Rossetti family villa and watched the flames in the fireplace crackle and pop. A deep sense of contentment ran through him, and while he figured some of that had to do with all the wine he’d drunk that day, it also was a result of the company he’d been keeping.

He looked back toward the kitchen, where Dom was opening another bottle of wine. Barefoot in a pair of lounge pants that sat low on his chiseled hips, he looked like someone Luca had dreamed up in school during his study breaks. He could only imagine the shit Silas would be giving him right now if he could see them both.

The thought of his friend carrying on his rotations at Yale without him made a twinge of sadness run through him, but it quickly dissipated when he remembered where he was. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he was going to class and spending his nights with his nose in a medical book. Everything was so different now. The rose-colored glasses had come off, the real world had intruded, and he no longer had a well-thought-out plan for his future. Hell, a few days ago he wasn’t sure he’d evenhavea future.

But sitting here now, in a beautiful home in an even more beautiful country, and with a man he never expected, he wondered when the bubble would finally burst. After all the chaos, all the terrible things he’d endured, it seemed unreal that he could get a glimpse of some sort of happiness now. That would make things too good to be true.

Right?

Dom strolled back into the room, the bottle uncorked, and Luca lifted his glass for a refill.

“Thank you.” He took a sip and grinned as Dom joined him on the rug.

“What’s so funny?”

Luca shook his head. “Nothing, just… I have a feeling you don’t sit on the floor much.”

“That’s what you were thinking about?”

“I just figure you’d be more comfortable on, like, a throne, given who you are. Not sitting on a rug with the peasants.”

“Peasants?” A bemused look crossed Dom’s face as he ran his fingers through the thick faux-fur rug. “I guess that is what I’d generally consider a Fiore to be. But I don’t see any of them in this room right now, do you?”

Luca swallowed as Dom’s dark eyes bored into his. “No,” he said. “I don’t.”

Dom’s lips curled as he brought his wine up to take a long drink.

Jesus, did he have any idea what he was saying, or was it the alcohol talking? Did he really not see Luca as the son of his enemy anymore, or was that wishful thinking?

No, Luca didn’t want to delve into that right now. It might spoil the good mood between them, and after such a wonderful day, he didn’t want to end it by talking about their family drama.

He reached for a grape off the platter they’d put together earlier and popped the fruit in his mouth. Then he reached for a second and held it up. “I bet you can’t catch this with your mouth,” he said.

Dom set his glass aside and rubbed the stubble along his jaw. “What’s the bet?”

“If you miss, you have to watch theI Love Lucyepisode where she stomps the grapes.”

“And if I win?”

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