Page 17 of Sinful Mafia Prince

Dom gestured to something behind him, and Luca turned to see Chef standing behind the hedge across from them with two bodies at his feet. Luca stumbled back into Dom and then quickly jerked away.

“We didn’t want you to do any tripping and falling if you were following, so we were giving you a few minutes.”

Tripping and falling?

“But now we really have to go,” Dom said, and shoved Luca past the bodies toward the fence.

Luca’s eyes were glued to the stripped men piled on top of one another—one of whom he recognized from the kidnapping—until he heard Chef say, “Come on, kid, it’s your turn.”

Luca blinked and tried to tamp down the bile that was threatening to come out.

Dom shrugged.“It was them or us. Now go.”

Luca looked through the fence to where Chef was gesturing for him to go, and then decided to place his fate in God’s hands. He climbed the fence and landed beside Chef with a soft thud, and seconds later, Dom followed. The three of them tore off through the woods, Chef in front, Luca between them, and Dom bringing up the rear. It was strange, but it almost felt as though they were flanking him, protectinghim. But that seemed unlikely, so Luca pushed it aside until they got to a car parked deep in the woods.

As they approached, Dom came up beside Luca and said, “This way.”

No longer possessing the will to fight, Luca did as he was told and walked around to the back passenger side. Just as he was about to open the door, Dom reached for the handle and did it for him.

Luca froze at the chivalrous gesture, and the expression in Dom’s dark eyes made his heart pound for a reason other than fear and exertion. It was a mix of victory, possession, and lust, and when Dom gestured to the back seat and said, “Get in and lie low,” his gravelly tone sent a shiver of completely misplaced desire straight to Luca’s cock.

He wondered when he’d decided that violent, deadly, psychopaths were hot as he slid in the back seat. But as Dom slid in beside him, he knew exactly when—the minute he’d met Domenico Rossetti.

CHAPTEREIGHT

DOM HOPPED INTO the back seat after Luca, not wanting to risk having the kid jump out of the car after all they’d just gone through.

Shit, they’d really done it, and given the lack of assholes attacking the car, they were seemingly getting away with it, too.

Well, getting away with Luca.

Dom looked up to see Chef winking at him in the rearview mirror. He mouthed,Oh Prince Charming.

Dom rolled his eyes.“Think you can get us out of here before the fuckers find us?”

With a grin, Chef nodded, dropping a few of his weapons into the passenger seat. “I think I can handle that. Buckle up.”

Luca fumbled with his seatbelt, his hands shaking. Without thinking twice, Dom reached over and took the belt from him. When their hands brushed together, a shock went through him. Neither pulled away as they stared at each other. It was dark inside the car, but being this close to Luca meant Dom could see all the emotions flitting through his eyes, one after the other. He was traumatized, but grateful, relieved but terrified of what would happen next, and there was something else there, too. Something more carnal.

But before Dom could reassure Luca they meant no harm, voices sounded from somewhere deep in the woods behind them, and he quickly fastened Luca’s seatbelt into place before reaching for his gun.

“Shit, let’s go,” he shouted, and Chef wasted no time.

Dom lowered the window on his side, ready for action if anyone got remotely close. But Chef tore out of there like a bat out of hell, and before Dom knew it, they were out of the woods and back on the road.

That didn’t mean they wouldn’t still have company, and Dom stayed ready and waiting. It was so quiet in the car he could hear his own heartbeat, the rapid pulsing not letting up as he stayed alert.

I dare you, motherfuckers. Just try.

A part of him almost hoped to see one of the Fiores, just so he could blow another one their damn heads off. They’d had Luca, one of their own, locked inside a tiny-ass bedroom with a tray of untouched food that looked like something you’d get in prison.

Pieces of shit.

He ignored the part of his brain that told him he was no better than the Fiores for what he’d done to Luca. The conditions had been far superior, the food sure as shit more appetizing, but Luca hadn’t been free with him either. Dom could try to justify it all he liked, but he wasn’t the great liberator he fancied himself after this rescue mission. It wasn’t like he planned to drop Luca off at his school so he could resume his life.

No, Dom was planning something he knew Luca wouldn’t be on board with, but it wasn’t like either of them had much of a choice now.

He didn’t have a clue how long he sat there, ready and waiting, his arms starting to go numb, until Chef spoke up.

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