Page 43 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“And he’s with Dom?”

Chef took great interest in the sole of his sneaker, pretending to pick at something on the pristine white rubber.

“Chef?”

“Yes, uh, the last time I saw them, they were together.”

Vincenzo scowled, not liking that term at all, “together.” He’d had an inkling of where his son’s mind was at before shit turned sideways, but after Dom’s disobedience, that gnawing in his gut had turned to full-on consternation. It wasn’t like Dom to be so reckless. What was he thinking getting involved with that boy?

“I see.” Vincenzo crossed his arms as he thought that over, of all the possible repercussions of that choice. If Luca was, indeed, Dom’s choice. It didn’t seem likely Dom would’ve put himself in such danger for anyone he didn’t care about, which told Vincenzo he’d let things go too far.

But where was Luca’s head? As innocent as the kid seemed, he could be playing a long game, just like they were. He could lead the Fiores right to their hiding spot if that was the case.

No,Vincenzo thought. This was too risky. He wasn’t letting his son take the fall for what he’d put in motion so many years ago.

“It’s time,” Vincenzo said, turning his attention back to Chef. “We need to end this.”

Chef nodded. “I agree.”

“Fiore’s surrounded?”

“Much the same as you are. It won’t be easy to get to him.”

“No, it won’t.” Vincenzo stroked his jaw and began to pace. “A full-on attack of their compound means too many casualties on both sides. And continuing the fight in the streets puts too many civilians at risk.”

“What if we could get Fiore alone?”

“Alone? Is that possible?”

“Maybe. He rarely leaves his home, but I’ve got it on good authority he comes into the city once a month.”

“He does? Why?”

“Seems to be some kind of medical procedure.”

“Every month?”

“Like clockwork.”

“You think you could get him alone?”

A brazen smile crossed Chef’s lips. “Is the Pope Catholic?”

Vincenzo smirked. “Let’s leave him out of this.”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best. I doubt I’d get his blessing for my…methods of persuasion.”

“Well, you get mine.”

Chef got to his feet and smoothed his hands down his jeans. “So, go forth?”

Vincenzo nodded. “I want Fiore. Get me a face-to-face.”

“You got it, boss.” Chef left, no doubt already devising a way to execute the plan. Vincenzo went back to his place by the window. It wasn’t often he was present for the kind of ending he had in mind for Fiore, but after everything that bastard had taken from him, there was no way he was delegating this to someone else.

No, when it finally came time for Fiore to meet his maker, Vincenzo was going to be the one to send him on his way.

CHAPTERNINETEEN

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