Page 9 of Sinful Mafia Prince

“So what’s the plan?”

Dom’s feet came to a stop, and he turned to face his friend and confidant. “Plan?”

Chef chuckled. “I know you’re cooking up something—”

“That’s your wheelhouse, not mine.”

“Not when it comes to bucking the rules. You make a living out of defying your old man, and you’re the only one who can get away with it. Well, you and Caterina.”

Dom thought back to his father’s strict warning to not go after Luca, and damn it, Chef was right. His first instinct was to say “fuck it” and tear out of there. But on the heels of that came the reminder that he was the heir to this family, the next in line to run the Rossetti empire, and while he might not have a problem risking his life, it wasn’t fair to worry his father in such a way.

“I don’t have a plan.”

“Then let’s make one.”

“You know, my father asked me why I was so reckless with my life earlier. I think you might have something to do with that. Shouldn’t you be talking me out of going off on my own?”

“If that’s what you want, I can go get Gino.”

“Fuck you.”

Chef screwed up his nose. “I think I’m a little old for you, and apparently a little too hardened. You’re preferring young and innocent these days, no?”

Dom clenched his jaw but didn’t bother denying it. Chef knew him too well, and he’d seen all the signs leading up to Dom and Luca’s coming together. As a very vivid image of his cum all over Luca’s back flashed in his mind, Dom licked his lips.

“Exactly.” Chef grinned. “So, what’s the plan?”

“I told you. I don’t fucking have one.”

“Okay, no need to get testy.”

Dom scowled, and Chef started to laugh.

“We’ll just make one.”

“Simple as that, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say breaking into the Fiore compound, tracking Luca down, then sneaking him out issimple.” Chef shrugged. “I mean, let’s be real, we’re also going to have to convince the kid to come with us. You know, the guys who first wanted to kill him.”

Dom let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck.

“But these are all things we can overcome.”

“Okay, you’re starting to sound like a supportive mother to a troubled teen.”

Chef’s lips curled into the smile all the ladies thought of as charming, but Dom saw right through it.“You are as moody as one.”

“You did see me put a bullet through someone’s head earlier, right?”

Chef gave a clipped nod. “He knew the rules. That’s what rats get. If it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t be out here plotting a way to get you in and out of your mortal enemy’s compound alive. Speaking of, you do know if we do this, we are risking imminent death from two people, Fioreandyour father?”

Dom did know that, but his mind was made up even before he’d consciously made the decision. It was irresponsible and foolish, and there were a million more reasons he shouldn’t even consider doing this. But…

He pictured Luca’s face and those innocent, soulful eyes, and something inside his chest twisted.

This was a bad idea. Maybe the worst he’d ever had, and the repercussions could be catastrophic.

But fuck it. He was going to do it anyway.

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