Page 26 of Sinful Mafia Prince

Dom glared his friend down as Chef slipped back into the car and started up the engine. As Chef drove away, Dom knew he was right—Luca certainly had the potential to be the most dangerous threat of all.

CHAPTERELEVEN

SOMEONE WAS NUDGING Luca in his dream. It was an insistent touch, but Luca was too focused on the surgery he was performing to give any attention to whoever was trying to distract him.

Almost done…just thread the needle a couple more times to close off the wound—

“Luca.”

Not now, I’m trying to—

“Wake up, we’re here.”

Here? Where?

Luca’s eyes opened, and it wasn’t an operating room he was in, but a plane. He blinked, trying to get his bearings.

“Care to see Italy, or did you want to stay here?”

Italy? They were already there?

He sat up quickly and looked out the window, and sure enough, they were no longer flying through the clouds, but had landed among tree-lined hills. Damn, he’d slept through almost all of the flight and probably could pass back out now.

Then again, who could sleep in freakin’Italy?

He bounded out of his seat and followed Dom off the plane, but as he walked down the steps, he realized they wouldn’t be going far. Not with Dom walking straight toward the black Aston Martin that was parked a few feet away.

Wow. That was a sexy convertible, and with Dom in the driver’s seat, it was practically a fantasy come to life. Unless you considered current circumstances, of course, but Luca wasn’t about to let the trauma of the last few days get to him. Not now.

Well, unless Dom decided to give him a view from the trunk.

Luca hopped into the passenger seat and buckled himself in before Dom had the chance to leave him behind.

“You know, when you and Chef mentioned escaping, I didn’t think that meant in a hot car in Italy.”

Dom let out an inelegant snort. “If you thought I’d hole up in a shack like your dear old dad, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Constantino’s not my dad.”

Dom went silent for a moment before nodding. “You’re right. You’re nothing like him.”

Then he started up the car, and the purr of the engine drowned out anything Luca could’ve said to that, but he didn’t have words anyway. How could he when Dom had just acknowledged Luca was nothing like a Fiore? Nothing like his enemy.

For some reason, that knowledge felt like a warm blanket, and Luca settled in for the ride to wherever it was they were going. At least he knew it wouldn’t be a shack.

Or, hopefully, a basement.

“So… Where exactly are we?” Luca looked at his surroundings as Dom drove toward the exit of what seemed to be another private airport. But there was no visible signage, no “Welcome to Wherever Airport” sign, just the runway and a road leading out.

Was this place even legal? Or was it completely off the grid for people like Dom? Was this where all the bad guys like drug traffickers and gun runners entered and exited undetected? Luca had no idea, but when he glanced over to his driver, he realized that somewhere along the line he’d stopped lumping Dom in with those kinds of men and women.

“We’re in Milan right now,” Dom said as he made his way out of the empty airfield and onto a quiet street.

“Milan?”

“That’s right, but we aren’t staying here.”

Dom wove his way out of the densely wooded area, and as he brought the car to a stop at a main road, the sound of horns beeping and blaring made Luca grip the dashboard for dear life.

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