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“But often enough you keep a professional medical bag. Where did you even get that?”
“You ask a lot of questions.”
“I don’t get a lot of answers, and I deserve them.”
Dom clucked his tongue as he thought that over. “It was easy enough to take you. Do you honestly think a medical bag would be more difficult?”
“Why did you take me?”
“Next.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“Whatever the hell I want.”
Luca’s eyes widened, and for a second, Dom swore he saw a flicker of heat pass through them. Like instead of terrifying him, the threat had turned Luca on.
It was even more evident when Luca dropped his eyes to Dom’s chest before lowering them to his abs, and then he quickly jerked his head away.
Holy shit. The kid’s attracted to me.Luca had every reason in the world to hate Dom, and here he was, all that sexual energy coming off him in waves. How was that even possible? And why did it have Dom’s dick kicking up with interest?
Fuck, that was the last thing he needed. But now his curiosity was piqued.
“That a problem?” Dom said.
“Yes.”
“For you or someone back at home?”
“Like you care.”
“I don’t, but you seem to want small talk.”
Luca shook his head as he made another stitch. “I’d rather have answers. Or should I just ask Chef next time?”
That almost made Dom laugh, but he bit it back. “So you liked him?”
“I wouldn’t say that. But he didn’t tie me to a chair when he made breakfast.”
Dom sat up in alarm. “He cooked for you?”
“Yeah. Why? Was I supposed to starve?”
Just the thought of Chef in the kitchen was horrifying, but actually eating something he made? “Don’t ever let him cook for you again.”
“I didn’t ask him to. He offered.”
“What did he…make?”
Luca shrugged. “Eggs. Bacon. And some really good chorizos he made from scratch.”
That smartass, charming fucker.The kid obviously thought Chef was Dom’s personal chef. Good God.
Luca said, “Fine. I’ll make my own eggs, or is that not allowed?”
“Eat. Don’t eat. I don’t care.”
“So you’ve said.” Luca finished the final stitch and began to tie it off. “Who is it keeping me here, then? Alive?”
