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“I don’t know, I just thought—”

“That’s your first mistake right there.”

Luca frowned.

“Thinking. Let me give you some advice. While you’re here, don’t think, just do, and you might make it out of here alive.”

“So youdoknow why I’m here.”

Chef shrugged. “You’re here because Dom wants you here.”

“And I’ll be dead if Dom wants me dead.”

Chef said nothing, but his silence was answer enough, and Luca got the impression this was the way any conversation would end—non-answers followed by a frustrating silence. Chef was here to do Dom’s bidding and nothing more, and apparently that included feeding Luca. Well, at least they didn’t plan to starve him to death; one thing Luca would prefer over all else was a quick and easy ending, as opposed to a long, drawn-out death, not that he wanted to think about that. But with no answers and no escape in sight, these kinds of thoughts were inevitable. So for now, the best thing he could do was eat the meal in front of him, build his strength, and look for any kind of opportunity or weakness that presented itself, then he’d make his move.

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