Page 69 of Sinful Mafia Prince

Dom stopped in his tracks. He turned around slowly to face Luca, a hard expression on his handsome face.

“Ask my father? The fucking king of New York. Have you lost your mind?”

Luca shrugged. “Maybe I have. Maybe I’m crazy now, but if I am, it’s only because all of you have made me this way.”

“Then be my fucking guest.”

“Fine. I will.” Luca stalked off, heading out to the deck to track down Dom’s father to get some answers. If his time being held against his will by both families had taught him anything, it was that he no longer had it in him to fear whatever they did to him. He’d already suffered and lived in fear of the what-ifs, and he just couldn’t do it anymore.

Vincenzo stood on the deck looking out over the lake, and it was remarkable how much he looked like Dom in that moment. With the way he held himself so regally, it was easy to see the power he wielded not only over his son and his chosen family, but also over anyone he came into contact with.

He’s just a man,Luca told himself.He’s a father and a husband, someone who has endured unspeakable tragedy. Just talk to him.

He walked outside, squinting in the bright sun, and moved in beside Vincenzo, who didn’t acknowledge Luca’s presence. His gaze remained focused on some point out on the water.

Shit, now that he was out there, Luca didn’t know where to begin.

Lucky for him, Vincenzo broke the silence.

“What is it you want, Luca?”

“I want to know what you said to upset Dom.”

Vincenzo turned to face Luca. “And why would you care?”

“Because I’m a decent human being, and decent humans give a shit.”

“Ah. Maybe you are. But that’s not why.”

Considering the entanglement Vincenzo had caught them in when he arrived, it was obvious he already knew the why. It wasn’t like Luca could deny what Vincenzo had seen with his own eyes. Luca’s time with Dom had opened him up in a way he hadn’t imagined, and there was no stuffing the way he felt back in a cage.

“What you said earlier,” Luca began. “About me still being a threat. You have to know I want nothing to do with the Fiores. I won’t be whatever it is they want me to be.”

“I know that now.”

Luca frowned. “Then what did you mean?”

“I mean you’re a threat to my son.”

“What? But I would never do anything to—”

“Just your presence here has him reconsidering what’s been asked of his life. Of his future. You’re not a part of that, do you understand?”

“No,” Luca said. “No, I don’t understand. Why can’t Dom decide his future and what he wants?”

“Because he’s my heir. He’ll be the head of an empire that’s bigger than anything you can imagine, and that requires sacrifice.”

“Haven’t you both sacrificed enough?”

Vincenzo’s mouth snapped shut and he looked away.

Luca wondered for a moment if he’d overstepped, but then Vincenzo said softly, “I see he told you about Serafina and Giuliana.”

“He did. I’m sorry that happened to you.”

Vincenzo nodded, staring out at the boats passing by on the water. “It’s been so long ago now, but it still feels like yesterday. I can still see Dom helping Giuliana into her swim vest before taking her and Caterina down to the pool. Serafina would be cooking up a storm in the kitchen, so happy to have her hands on anything and everything the market had to offer that day. This was where her heart thrived… We never should’ve left. I was too blinded by ambition to see it at the time, but…” He trailed off, lost in a memory.

“I understand why you’d want revenge,” Luca said.

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