Page 63 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“Sure, why not.” But when Dom’s lips twitched, Luca leaned in and pushed his shoulder.

“Liar. I’d make you hold my hand and not let go.”

“Make me, huh?”

“Yes. I can be persuasive when I wanna be.”

“That’s one word for it.”

“What’s another? Endearing? Determined? Lovable?” Luca caught himself on the last word, not meaning to infer anything by it, but Dom didn’t seem to notice.

“More like antagonizing. Exasperating.” When Luca’s mouth fell open, Dom smirked and reached for the waistband of Luca’s shorts. “But also sexy as hell.”

Luca’s stomach flipped as he scooted in closer. “I’d say that’s a good thing. You could add irresistible if you want. I won’t mind.”

Dom leaned in and brushed his lips across Luca’s mouth. “Irresistible…and fucking undeniable.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

Vincenzo

VINCENZO STARED OUT of the darkened window of the Jaguar XJ Sentinel, focused on the medical building up ahead. Their lookout had radioed that Constantino Fiore had arrived only moments ago, keeping with the monthly routine Chef had said he went by.

This was it.

Vincenzo retrieved the thin leather gloves from inside his suit jacket and pulled them on. Two decades of pain had come down to this, and soon the healing could begin. Just one more to go.

“You sure you wanna do this, boss?” Joe stopped at the red light and met Vincenzo’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “We can take care of it for you.”

“And deny me the chance to see the light leave that coward’s eyes? You’d have to kill me first.”

“You don’t know what you’ll be walking into with him—” Gino started, but Vincenzo put his hand up.

“Just get me into the room. That’s your job. Understood?”

“Yes, boss.”

Joe pulled into the underground employee-only lot, pulled out the badge of someone on their payroll, and held it against the reader. The barrier arm went up, and as they drove into the darkness, Vincenzo kept his eyes peeled for any sign of danger—though the others, including Chef, had already taken hidden spots to keep watch.

A strange mix of anticipation and calm flowed through his veins. He was ready for this to be over. He was ready to make Fiore suffer.

Joe parked the car near the service entrance, and his brother Tony appeared out of the shadows. He was dressed in a set of scrubs, the same as the employee with him, the one they’d be using to get inside.

Vincenzo reached into the neck of his dress shirt and turned on the recording device he’d taped to his chest, then nodded at Gino. “Let’s go.”

He could feel the frustration emanating from Joe at having to stay behind, but they needed to stay under the radar, and Joe was easily the most likely to pop off.

Not a word was breathed as they headed for the stairs. From their inside information, they’d learned Fiore commandeered the same room on the third floor for all of his visits, and his security was forced to wait outside. Usually two men, they’d heard, sometimes one, with the others in the waiting room to escort him out of the main entrance on the street.

Vincenzo flexed his gloved hands, itching to reach for his weapons in the dark stairwell. He hadn’t been the one out in the streets fighting in many years, but the instinct came back all the same.

They made it to the third-floor entrance, where another scan of the badge, along with fingerprints, was necessary to get inside. The employee headed into the hallway first, and when the coast was clear, he motioned for the rest of them to join. They followed him into an exam room, and once the door shut, he turned to face them.

“This floor has adjoining doors for safety purposes. You’ll need to pass through three of the exam rooms to get where you need to go, and I’ve blocked those off from the schedule for the time being. I’ll do my best to distract his security guys away, but your best bet would be making things quick and maybe shoving something beneath the handle so no one can get in.”

“Thank you.” Vincenzo laid a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Your help today won’t be forgotten.”

“The Fiores have ruined this city. It’s my honor.” He handed Tony a key and then slipped out the door.

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