Page 19 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“I don’t belong to you.”

Dom turned back to see Luca staring at him, and thosefeelingsniggled at the back of his mind. Refusing to acknowledge them, however, Dom said, “I merely got you back.”

“Merelygot me back?” Luca shook his head. “And how many people did you have kill to accomplish that?”

Dom didn’t even stop to think. “Three.”

“And an ear,” Chef chimed in, and Dom’s eyes shifted to their driver who shrugged. “What? You can’t forget the small things.”

“So these were your father’s orders? That you and Chef come out here, raise bloody murder, and bring me back home like the golden goose?” Luca asked.

“No,” Dom replied.

“What do you mean, no?”

“Jesus. You don’t let up, do you?”

“Maybe I would if you gave me more than a one-word response.”

Dom gritted his teeth and rested his gun on his knee, and realized that somewhere along the way Luca had decided he was no longer a threat. Here Luca was, sitting in a car with two men who had just murdered three people in cold blood—one who was holding a gun—and he was still mouthing off.

Something in Dom’s chest tightened. He cocked his head in Luca’s direction and held up his weapon.

“You do realize I could shut you up permanently, right?”

“I doubt it. Not after everything you went through to get me out tonight. So stop avoiding my question.”

“I’ve forgotten your question.”

Luca rolled his eyes. “What do you mean, no? No, those weren’t your father’s orders? Or no, you aren’t supposed to take me to him?”

Dom had to hand it to the kid—he was nothing if not tenacious. “All of that.”

“All of… You came here without your father’spermission?” Luca’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. “Are you mad?”

A low chuckle could be heard from the front seat.

“No, I amnotmad I was the one tasked with your removal from the casino, and I was the one who failed. It made sense that I was the one to come and retrieve you.”

Chef caught Dom’s eyes in the mirror, a smart-ass smirk on his face as he shook his head. Dom looked away.

“That doesn’t make sense at all,” Luca said. “You’re the heir to your family. If you’d been killed, then—”

“I wasn’t.”

“But if you had been—”

“Then his father would have been very upset,” Chef said.

“Why didn’t you stop him? Aren’t you his friend?”

“Have you met Dom?” Chef arched a brow. “Once his mind is set on something, there’s no changing it, and you, kid, were that something.”

Dom tensed at Chef’s words, the softness in them, the real emotion behind them, a truth he’d never actually say for himself.

Luca slowly turned back in his direction, but Dom held his hand up.

“I’m done talking about this, about anything, and we’re almost where we need to go. So why don’t you do us all a favor, stop talking for a second, and rest.”

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