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Fiore spat in Vincenzo’s face. Still fucking trash right to the end.

Vincenzo reached for his pocket square, snapped it in the air, and wiped his face, then hit the off button on the IV. He didn’t need any alarms going off for this final task. Shooting Fiore would be too quick, too easy. Vincenzo wanted this piece of shit to suffer.

As Vincenzo fingered the long IV cord, Fiore let out a shout of desperation. Vincenzo slapped his hand against Fiore’s mouth, drowning out the sound, but it had been loud enough that he knew if anyone was standing outside the door, they’d heard it.

He shoved his pocket square in Fiore’s mouth then quickly wrapped the cord around his throat. With each wrap around, Vincenzo tightened his grip, his adrenaline kicking into high gear in Fiore’s final moments.

Fiore’s pockmarked face bulged, turning several shades of red as he choked and strained for air. His hands clawed at both Vincenzo and the cord at his neck, but it was a losing fight, and they both knew it.

Fiore tried to kick, get out of the chair, but Vincenzo had decades of youth, muscle, and vengeance on his side. He tightened his grip and held the man down, locking his eyes with Fiore’s and watching the life drain out of them. Even as a knock sounded at the door, he held firm. The knock became more insistent as Fiore’s security guard called out for his boss to answer.

But Fiore wouldn’t be answering or hurting anyone. Not ever again.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body went limp, but Vincenzo held on even longer, making sure the fucker was really gone. Every ounce of pain Vincenzo had endured in all the years since he lost Serafina and Giuliana came to the surface, and it wasn’t until he felt the wet slide of tears down his face that he realized he was crying.

He dropped the cord and stood over Fiore’s dead body. He’d imagined this moment so many times, and now that it was here, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

For you,he thought, picturing his family. This was for Serafina and Giuliana, but also for Dom and Caterina. For their loss. For their future. For his.

The knocking turned to pounding on the door. It was only a matter of seconds before the guard busted in, and he had to make sure there was no reviving Fiore. Vincenzo took out his gun, suppressor attached, and shot Fiore once between the eyes.

Then, without another look, he slipped out of the room the same way he’d entered.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

“I WAS WONDERING where you snuck off to.”

Luca’s body went on instant alert at the sound of Dom’s sleep-sexy voice as it found him at the stove. He’d woken a little while ago to the soft sounds of Dom’s breathing as he slept peacefully. Luca had tried to fall back to sleep, but as he lay there staring at the coffered ceilings, all he could think about was what was going to happenafterthis.

What was going to happen when they went back home? Would he still get to see Dom like this? Naked and peaceful for maybe the first time in his life? Or would he revert to the old Dom? Luca didn’t know what to expect, but the reality was that theywouldeventually have to go home, and he wasn’t sure his heart could take being treated like a prisoner again—or even worse, ignored.

He’d tossed and turned for a little while but, after realizing he wasn’t going to get back to sleep, decided to get up and make them some breakfast.

“I didn’t sneak off anywhere, thank you very much.” Luca grabbed the butter from the fridge. “I woke up early and thought I’d make you breakfast.”

Dom crossed his arms over his phenomenal chest. “That seems fair to me, since you wore me out last night.”

Luca scoffed and turned his attention to the frying pan he’d just gotten out. “That’s not how I remember it.”

“No?”

“Nope,” he said, shaking his head as he cut off some butter and dropped it in the pan.

“So you weren’t the one riding me so long and hard last night that you collapsed from exhaustion?”

Luca’s body heated at the reminder. “No, that was definitely me. But how exactly did that wearyouout? I was the one doing all the work.”

Dom’s eyes ran a fiery trail down to Luca’s ass, and he licked his lips. “It wasmycock that showed true stamina.”

Luca laughed and grabbed a couple of eggs out of the basket on the counter. “Well, in that case, I’m making breakfast for me and your very dedicated—Aah.”Luca moaned as Dom took hold of his hips and rubbed his cock up against Luca’s ass.Dedicated indeed.

“I didn’t like waking up to find you gone.”

Luca closed his eyes, uncaring of the eggs now sizzling in the pan, as Dom’s words washed over him. Not so long ago that kind of statement from Dom would’ve had a whole different meaning. But as he began to kiss up Luca’s neck to his jaw, Luca knew exactly where Dom’s mind was.

“You aren’t hungry?” he said as Dom’s hand came around to massage his erection.

“I am,” Dom said by his ear, nipping at the lobe. “So how about we lose these”—he flicked open the button on Luca’s shorts—“and you turn around and let me eat.”

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