Page 3 of Sinful Mafia Prince

Luca tried to stay as still as possible, wondering how in the world he hadn’t passed out from the fear coursing through his veins.

Then the man to his right leaned in and said by his ear, “I know you’re awake.”

Luca jerked his head up and away from the mouth so close to him, and for the first time since he’d been taken, he saw the face of one of his abductors.

The man was bruised and bloodied, his leathery skin was pitted and scarred all over, and as a disgusting smile curled a broken lip, he grunted. “You look just fuckin’ like her.”

Luca said nothing, already knowing whom he was referring to, but there was no way he was about to acknowledge it. Then the sound of several bolts turning caught his attention, and the door they were standing in front of yawned wide.

“Guess it’s time to go let the boss see you for himself.”

CHAPTERTWO

“CAN SOMEBODY TELL me how thefuckthis happened?”

The room went deadly silent as Vincenzo Rossetti stared down each and every member of the family gathered in his extravagant dining room. The heels of his Italian leather shoes clipped along the hardwood floors as he paced inside the circle they’d made.

Vincenzo wasn’t someone who showed his temper. He preferred to take his anger out in productive ways that told someone without words that they’d messed up.

The fact that he was yelling now? Not a good sign. And no one felt the brunt of his wrath and the shame that went along with it more than Dom.

His ears were still ringing from the gunshots in the parking garage, and he was fairly sure he had a concussion, but none of that mattered because of one simple fact: he’d failed.

The one job he’d been tasked with, the most important, and he’d let Luca slip through his fingers like water. If his father hadn’t demanded he come straight to his compound, he would’ve trailed the Fiores to hell and back to reclaim what they’d lost.

And what he’d lost was Luca.

It wasn’t just anger flowing through him at that moment—it was concern. He hadn’t been lying when he told Luca he was better off with the Rossettis. There was no telling what the Fiores would do to him, heir or not, or the amount of brainwashing he’d suffer in an attempt to turn him against Dom and his family.

That shouldn’t bother Dom. He shouldn’t give two fucks about what a Fiore did or thought, but Luca wasn’t a Fiore, was he? Maybe by blood, but he’d never survive in their world.

The fact that Dom cared wasn’t something he was about to admit, and he tamped that emotion down as his father came to a stop in front of him. His gaze was measured, firm, but Dom could see the flash of worry in his eyes as he spoke.

“You all almost cost me dearly tonight. I almost lost my sonandmy daughter. Why?”

Dom opened his mouth to take the blame, but Vincenzo raised his hand, silencing him.

“We were outnumbered,” Joe said. He’d been the only one with Dom tonight, and the fact that he’d also survived a several-on-one situation basically made him inhuman.

Vincenzo aimed a steely glare in Joe’s direction. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” He shook his head, the disappointment rolling off him in waves, then began to pace again.

The air in the room was all but vibrating with tension, and if anyone was breathing, Dom couldn’t tell. This was a colossal fuck-up.Hiscolossal fuck-up, and the fact that he’d potentially ruined years of planning made him wish the floor would open up so he could disappear into it. He’d never been angrier or more ashamed in his life. How could he have let this happen? How could he have let his father down this way?

He ran back over his and Joe’s moves. The exit of the penthouse, the trip to the basement, the walk across the parking garage. Each step of the way they’d been vigilant, on the lookout for an ambush, yet those Fiore fuckers had still managed to get the jump on them.

It was infuriating and almost too coincidental.

“How did they know we were leaving?” Dom’s voice was low, but with no one else daring to make a sound, it was as though he’d just spoken through a megaphone.

Vincenzo turned to face his son. “What are you getting at, Dom?”

“The Fiores. How did they know that Joe and I were leaving the penthouse at that exact time? It wasn’t preplanned. It wasn’t on the cards. Not until Cat was ambushed and you called. So how did they know?”

Dom scanned the men gathered around the room, looking for the rat in their midst. But these men were cold-blooded killers. Men who were paid to end lives and go to their grave carrying secrets no man should ever know. They were indoctrinated members of the Rossetti family, and they all knew how to lie.

“It had to be someone here,” Dom said as he began to walk around the group. “Someone close.”

Vincenzo turned his attention back to the men and nodded toward Riccardo.“You.” Vincenzo took a step in Riccardo’s direction, and Dom’s hand immediately moved to the gun holstered at his chest. “You were there when I made the call. Theonlyone there.”

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