Page 23 of Sinful Mafia Prince

Milton unlatched the many locks and then moved behind the door, using it as a shield.

“Take care, Milton,” Chef said.

The door slammed shut behind them, so hard that Luca jumped.

Chef chuckled. “Eh, don’t worry. He’s harmless.”

“Yeah, I think he got your warning loud and clear,” Luca said.

“Oh yeah? I thought I was pretty pleasant.”

“For a rabid dog, maybe.”

“What? You hear that, Dom? The kid just called me a rabid dog.”

“That’s the least of what you are,” Dom replied, his eyes searching the darkness as he held his gun by his side.

Luca didn’t know how Dom could see anything in the pitch-black alley, but maybe years of playing cat and mouse had given him a few extra senses most didn’t have.

All of a sudden Dom held out his arm, stopping Luca and Chef. They all went silent, and Luca barely breathed even though his heart pounded at a rapid pace.

How could they enjoy this? At every threat Luca thought he’d piss his pants, but these two seemed to get off on it. It was crazy. This whole world was fucking nuts.

After a long moment, Dom lowered his arm and inclined his head for them to follow. Chef moved in behind Luca, who for some reason felt safer knowing he had two killers flanking him.

God. It was official. He’d lost his ever-loving mind.

CHAPTERTEN

“GET IN.”

DOM held open the car door for Luca, a gun in one hand and his watchful eyes scanning the alley. They still had a couple of hours until the sun rose, but that meant nothing to the lowlife cretins who would’ve been sent to hunt them down.

This was their hunting hour, the dark of night, the early hours of morning. This was when they slithered out of the shadows and searched for their prey, and Dom knew that if they didn’t move fast, killers would be on them like flies on shit.

Luca slid across the back seat and quickly buckled his belt.

Good, seems the kid wants to live through the night at least. Now that he’s thinking clearly.

Chef gunned the engine, and as they began to drive away, Dom placed the satchel with their passports on the seat between them. Luca glanced down at it, then gingerly touched the flap of the case.

“Do you do this kind of thing often?” he asked. It was difficult to gauge what the kid was thinking in the shadows, but every now and then as the city lights brightened the interior of the car, Dom caught a glimpse of the curiosity in those soulful eyes.

“Be more specific.”

Luca’s lips quirked.“Acquire a new identity. Get fake passports.”

“No. But it’s always wise to have someone around who can make you disappear when need be.”

“Dis…disappear?” Luca looked back down to the satchel. “So I was right back there—we’re going somewhere? Where?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t— Are you crazy? Of course it matters. I have a life here. I was working on a career, or at least I was before you charged into it like a bull at a gate and trampled all over it.” Luca slumped back into his seat and ran a hand over his hair. “Jesus. You just don’t get it, do you? Or don’t care. Honestly, I don’t know which is worse.”

Dom sat silent and ran his gaze down the line of dark stubble on Luca’s jaw that made him appear grittier and rougher than Dom knew him to be.

A twinge of regret filled Dom as he thought about all that Luca had lost in the last few days, and he wondered how he’d feel if the roles were reversed. He couldn’t imagine being plucked out of this life and then dumped in some model house with the perfect parents and life out in the suburbs. It’d be like he’d woken up on another planet.

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