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Luca looked as though he were about to argue, but then slumped down in his seat and stared out the window at the city lights coming into view. They’d finally re-entered Manhattan, though a different side to the borough where Dom usually dwelled.

Chef knew where he was going, taking turn after turn and driving them deeper into the underbelly of the city. He headed to a part of town they only traveled to when they were in need of what they were there for tonight.

Dom kept a watchful eye out the window as Chef turned into a side alley behind a row of shops, and even though he’d seen no evidence of any pursuer since they tore out of the woods, he wasn’t naïve enough to think there wouldn’t be some kind of bounty out after what he’d done tonight. Something his father had confirmed with that text. So here they were, getting the necessary items to help him vanish.

“Okay, we’re here.” Chef pulled the car to a stop and then pushed open the door, gun in hand.

Luca peered out the window to the back of the old brick buildings where fire escapes zigzagged their way from the top floor to the bottom. “Where is here?”

“Get out of the car and you’ll find out,” Dom said.

Luca turned and looked at the gun. That confidence from earlier was waning a little now.

“Why won’t you tell me?” He swallowed. “Or is this some other place you bring people to torture and lock them away?”

Dom smirked despite himself. With Chef outside and he and Luca alone for the first time, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning across the back seat until Luca flattened himself up against the door.

“Trust me, if I wanted to take you somewhere and torture you right now, it would be you, me, a bed, and maybe”—Dom’s eyes fell to Luca’s lower lip—“a ball gag until I wanted this pretty mouth open. But rest easy, this is the last place I’d take you to torture you. Now get out of the car.”

Dom pushed away from Luca, shoved open the door, and climbed out. With his gun in hand, he ordered his dick to behave as he made his way around to the trunk, where Chef waited.

“Sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“What other option is there?”

“None that I see. But it might be for a while.”

“Then it’s for a while.”

Chef nodded as Luca climbed out. “How’d the kid take it?”

Dom shrugged. “Didn’t tell him.”

“You didn’t—”

Dom pushed off the car. He knew he should’ve told Luca what he was about to do and how it was going to impact his life, but he knew Luca would never go for it. So the best option was to just do it and tell him later.

He headed to the back of a building and down a set of stairs that had seen better days. When he came to the old, worn door of the basement, he knocked several times and waited.

At first there was no answer—hell, it was the early hours of the morning. But before he could knock again, he heard a curse behind the door. “Okay, okay, don’t you know what time it is?”

The next thing Dom heard were locks disengaging, and then a square peephole was opened.

“Aw, God, you?”

“Mornin’ to you too, Milton.”

“Go away, Dom. Business hours aren’t until—”

Dom aimed his gun at the peephole. “Business hours are right fucking now.”

Milton’s eyes widened, then he let out a sigh. “Fine. Okay. But this is going to cost you double.”

He slammed the little window shut, and Dom shoved the Glock into the back of his pants and stepped aside as the door opened. He then looked back to Chef and Luca and said, “Right, let’s go.”

CHAPTERNINE

LEAVE IT TO Dom to get whatever he wanted by shoving a gun in someone’s face.

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