Page 153 of Forbidden Romeo

Half a second later, he’s pulling me out of the room and down the corridor to the left. We pass a few people milling about who offer us a friendly smile or wave. But eventually, we come to a stop by a door I’d not noticed before—tucked away just behind the garage.

I say nothing as Jack reaches into his pocket and pulls out a keycard, swiping it along the almost invisible seam.

The door pings open, just like…

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Dominic Luca

Two trucks pulled into the lot and disappeared inside the last old rickety warehouse behind me. Our trucks, of course—though you wouldn’t know it by the ridiculous cartoon fish scrawled across the sides. A smile on its face while it dangled on a hook. Grotesque, really, but why not? It looked right at home here on the docks.

Not that there was anyone around to notice. All the dock workers were long gone for the day, leaving me with echoing buildings and the lazy slap of waves against the pilings. It was just me and Leo, waiting for a bunch of lawless, savage brutes. An ordinary Thursday evening in my world.

Bullet whimpered behind me. Fucking mutt. My father’s fucking mutt, to be precise.

“You want to do something about that?” I snapped at Leo.

“What the hell do you want me to do?” he snapped back—one of the few men in the world who could do that and not lose his tongue for it.

“Pet it or muzzle it. I don’t give a fuck which, just shut it up.”

What my father saw in the pint-sized ball of fur, I had no idea, but when Vincent Luca told you to watch the dog, you watched the dog.

Leo leaned over and grabbed the Chihuahua from the back window deck, plopping it down unceremoniously onto his lap. The mutt panted happily and licked Leo’s hand while Leo smiled down at the thing.

“You two need a room?” I asked.

“No, but you’ll be needing a hospital room if you don’t take better care of Bullet.”

He was probably right. Dad loved that thing. Pretty soon, he was going to start parading the mutt around as the Luca family mascot. Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?

“When you two are finished with the love-fest, you want to get to some business?” I asked, nodding toward the three black Cadillacs that had just turned into the lot.

The Free Bird Cartel. Stupid-ass name, if you asked me. Those motherfuckers were anything but free. They were forced into working for their boss, Harry Belemonte, to pay off debts. A backstabbing recipe for disaster. No respect. No loyalty.

I patted my slate gray jacket as the cars crawled forward, feeling for the familiar outline of the Sig Sauer P226 that waited in its holster beneath. Only then did I swing open the door of my McLaren 570S—no black Cadillac for me, thank you very much. Their pathetic engines didn’t have anything on my baby.

The moment I stepped out of the car, Bullet lunged across the driver’s seat, vaulting out of the car onto the cracked pavement. Fucking wonderful.

“What the hell, Leo?”

Leo flashed a glance toward the oncoming cars, then back down at the stupid mutt running laps around my legs. Little bastard didn’t even try not to laugh.

“Just get out of here and try to look like you’re not the proud owner of a pathetic furball,”

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