Page 15 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“Fine. Stay here and rot for all I care.” He shoved the hat back on his head, turned his back on Luca, and headed toward the window.

Shit, what do I do?Luca was screwed either way. Unless…

“Are you going to kill me?”

Dom stopped and then slowly turned around. From beneath the bill of the hat, shadows cast a menacing shade across his face, and Luca swallowed hard. In his loathing of the Fiores, he’d forgotten just how deadly Dom could be when he turned his attention on you.

“Do you think I’d waste my time saving you just to kill you? Think carefully before you answer.”

Luca’s heart was beating so hard he thought it might pop out of his chest, and he had to force himself to breathe. Had Dom and his family changed their minds, then? They no longer viewed him as an enemy they needed to eliminate?

Shit—on one hand, he wanted to believe Dom felt something for him after their time together, but it wasn’t as if he’d ever shown he was anything other than a rough fuck. Then again, meeting Constantino and Gabriella today had shown Luca all he needed to know about their intentions. Add Mick into the mix, and this place was a nightmare. He might not get another chance to get out of here, and that made his decision for him.

It was at that moment that Chef popped up in the window, a look of exasperation on his face.

“You two finished with this little reunion yet so we can get the hell out of here, or did you want to get busted?”

Luca shouldn’t have felt the relief he did at seeing Chef, considering what Dom had told him about the man, but between the two of them, he somehow felt safer than he did in a house full of Fiores.

The sound of a door slamming and voices in the hall had Luca finally moving his feet. He shoved into his shoes and nodded at the window.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Thank fuck,” Chef said, and when he disappeared from view, Dom moved aside for Luca to go next. He took one look out the window, realized how high up they were, and hesitated.

“Uh, I don’t think—”

“Exactly, don’t think. Just grab the rope and make your way down. Chef will be there if you fall.”

“IfI fall,” Luca said. “You meanwhenI fall. I don’t think—”

The sound of the bedroom door being unlocked sent a flash of fear to his heart, and he quickly climbed through the window and grabbed hold of the rope. It didn’t seem sturdy enough to hold his weight, but when Dom said, “Go!” Luca didn’t have a choice. He summoned every bit of courage he possessed and inched his way down, not letting himself look at the ground.

Above him he heard someone start to shout, but it was cut off quickly.

Oh God, was that Dom? Or someone else? Was he okay?

His worry about what was happening in that room took his mind off the fact that he was dangling off a window ledge of a building. Luca tightened his hands around the rope, and he heard Chef say, “That’s it, keep going. I’ve got you,” from somewhere below.

Keep going…keep going.

It had to be adrenaline riding him, because Luca knew for a fact he didn’t possess the upper body strength to do something like this under normal circumstances. It wasn’t long before he felt Chef’s hands on his ankles and heard a scream from somewhere above him. A few seconds later, Dom tore out of the window. The hat was gone, but he looked unharmed as he made his way down the rope at a much quicker pace than Luca had managed.

As Dom’s feet hit the ground, Luca noticed flecks of blood on his grubby shirt.“Are you hurt?” He immediately stepped forward to look for himself, but Dom shook his head.

“It’s not mine.”

Luca frowned. “Not yours?”

Dom pulled something from the pocket of his pants and placed it in Chef’s hand. “A memento.”

Luca squinted at the bloodied object, trying to make it out, but couldn’t quite manage it.

Chef glanced down at his hand, a deranged smile on his face.

Wait…is that anear?

Luca’s stomach turned as Chef chuckled and pocketed his “memento.”

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