Page 4 of Sinful Mafia Prince

Dom’s jaw tightened as Joe—who stood to Riccardo’s left— shoved the guy forward into the center of the men. Riccardo shook his head as Joe clamped a hand down on his shoulder and held him in place.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t tell anyone anything. I wouldn’t—”

“Shut. Up,” Dom growled. “There was no one else. The only people who knew I was leaving the penthouse were my father, Joe, and…you.”

Riccardo gulped as Joe’s grip tightened on his shoulder, and Dom gave Joe a clipped nod then delivered a hard kick to the backs of Riccardo’s knees. He went down in an instant, and Dom drew his Glock.

“Look, Dom, I don’t know what you think I did or didn’t do, but—”

Bang.

Riccardo didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Joe let him go and he fell at Vincenzo’s feet. As blood began to pool around Riccardo, Dom met his father’s eyes.

“Anyone else?”

Vincenzo began to move again, taking his time as he eyed each of the men in the room. None of them looked at all affected by the dead body lying among them or how easily it could’ve been any of them. Loyalty was the most important part of being in the family, and if you didn’t rat, if you had nothing to hide, then you had nothing to worry about.

Too bad Riccardo hadn’t taken that message to heart.

As Vincenzo finished his lap around the room, he looked back at Dom and shook his head. Dom holstered his gun and moved back to his spot in the circle.

“None of you are to leave, is that understood?” Vincenzo said. “As soon as I decide our next steps, I’ll let you know. Dismissed.”

As the majority of the men filed out, Joe and a couple others took it upon themselves to deal with cleanup, while Dom followed Vincenzo and his advisor, Lorenzo, into his office. He waited for his father to sit down before doing the same.

“I’m sorry,” Dom said. “I should’ve anticipated an attack and done more—”

“Stop.” Vincenzo reached for a cigar from the ornate box he kept on his desk and cut the tip before lighting up. He closed his eyes for a moment before slowly letting out a stream of smoke. “You’re not infallible, Dom. I know you think otherwise, but you’re getting reckless with your life. Why?”

“I don’t see it as reckless. It’s part of the job.”

“But you take it to an extreme. Even now. Tell me, if I hadn’t ordered you to come here, would you have gone after them?”

Dom knew better than to lie. “Yes.”

“And you would’ve done that alone.”

“With or without Joe, yes.”

“So it wasn’t enough that you were outnumbered, you thought it wise to continue the fight even after you’d lost.”

“They took Luca—”

“Yes, and that’s unfortunate. It doesn’t mean you go on a one-man crusade to get him back.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

Vincenzo took another long puff of his cigar. “I’m glad to see you can still take direction when your life is at stake.”

“You’re the boss,” Dom said, ignoring the way Lorenzo raised his brows. “So what’s the plan to get Luca back?”

“We won’t be getting him back.”

“What?”

Vincenzo shifted in his seat, leaning forward and setting his cigar on a glass ashtray. “We don’t need the kid. He’s not worth the men we’d lose to get him back.”

“How can you say that? We’ve spent all this time looking for a way to knock the Fiores down for good, and now you’re saying we just let their heir go?”

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