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“No,” Gino said, arms crossed. “Get to work, doctor man.”
“Guys. Back the fuck up,”Dom said.
At their boss’s insistence, the men all took a step back, enough to give Luca a clear view of what he was working with. He tried to block out the death stares he could feel on his back and focus on what needed to be done.
But as he began to clean the wound, Dom hissed, and Joe jerked Luca up by the back of the neck.
“What the hell,” Luca said on a gasp.
“You think you can try somethin’ funny?”
“No—of course not. He didn’t want the pain meds, so it’s going to hurt.”
“All right, that’s it,” Dom said, getting to his feet. “Everyone get the fuck out.”
Gino stepped forward. “But Dom—”
The icy glare Dom shot Gino wasn’t one Luca ever wanted to be on the other side of.
“Is there a problem, Gino?” Dom asked.
Gino shook his head. “Course not, boss.” He looked down the line at the others and nodded toward the living room. “We won’t be far if you need us.”
“I think I can manage.” Dom sat back down while Joe released his grip on Luca.
Geez, the guy’s hand practically wrapped around his entire neck. As much as Luca wanted to massage the tender muscles there, he needed to get on with this before the crew decided to come back.
Without a word, he went back to cleaning the area, and this time Dom didn’t make a sound.
It was almost too bad this guy was such a terrible human, because he wasn’t at all unattractive. If Silas were here, he’d give Luca so much shit, because on physical looks only, Dom was exactly Luca’s type. So well put together, every stitch of clothing tailored. Black hair styled back away from his face, and just enough facial hair to show off the chiseled jaw line that would’ve made Luca swoon under normal circumstances.
But this was anything but normal. And Dom wasn’t a good guy; he was a psychopath.
Just focus on what you have to do,Luca told himself.Not on how close he is, or that he’s half-naked. And definitely not on the fact that if you screw this up, you’ll be dead.
Luca glanced over his shoulder to where Dom’s men paced around the living room, shooting him daggers every time they looked his way.
Shit.Maybe dead was the better alternative.
