Page 25 of Sinful Mafia Prince

Luca frowned. “Do you know their real names?”

Dom didn’t, but he’d be able to find out. “I can get them for you.”

“I don’t know…”

Dom could hear the indecision and decided to leave it alone. If Luca wanted the information, he knew he could ask for it. So instead of pushing any further, Dom gestured out the window.

“We’re almost there. When we get inside, you need to—”

“Keep quiet and out of sight?”

“The first yes, the second I’m not sure is possible. But try not to attract attention to yourself.”

“So I shouldn’t run inside and tell everyone you’re abducting me? Well, shit, there goes my plan.”

“One of these days”—Dom leaned across the car—“that mouth is going to get you into a world of trouble.”

Luca licked his lower lip. “Pretty sure it already did the night I sucked your—”

“Careful,” Dom said, his cock throbbing at the reminder of Luca’s lips around his dick. “There are others around.”

“Which is bad for me…or you?”

Dom shifted back into his seat and looked ahead, but he didn’t miss the eyes in the rearview mirror aimed his way. Chef had heard everything. While Dom wasn’t worried about his friend knowing what he’d done, the confirmation that he and Luca had been together sexually still made him wary.

“We’re here,” Chef said as he pulled up to the boom gate of Teterboro Airport. It was the most private airport in New Jersey.

Dom pulled out the passes needed to get inside and handed them to Chef, and once everything checked out, the boom gate rose. Chef drove them inside the facility and made his way to the private hangar where the Rossetti jet was fueled up and waiting for them. As they got closer, Luca pushed his face up against the glass.

“We don’t have to go through check-in? What about luggage? I don’t have anything.”

“And you don’t need anything. There’s no check-in here. We are the only ones getting on the plane.”

“We are?”

“Yes. We own it. All the bells and whistles are taken care of when we rent out our hangar each year.”

“But you’re carrying more weapons than an army ranger right now.”

Dom’s lips twitched as Chef drew the car to a stop outside the huge hangar. “Good thing I don’t have to walk through a security scanner, then, isn’t it?”

Before Luca could respond, Dom opened the car door and waited for him to exit.

Luca caught sight of the shiny Cessna Citation X and his jaw all but hit the tarmac. “That’syour plane?”

Dom chuckled. “It is. Why? Isn’t it big enough for you?”

As Luca tried for a response, Chef stepped around him and gave Dom a hug.

“Try not to die, huh?”

“Top of my list,” Dom said.

“And you, try not to kill him,” Chef told Luca.

Luca snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, ’cause I’m such a threat.”

Chef looked at Dom. “The biggest.”

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