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Luca’s head shot up. Dom wasn’t bluffing. The smirk that always seemed to be on his lips was gone, replaced with a thin line of pure loathing.
Oh God.Luca’s heart pounded as realization set in. He’d never looked like his parents, but that hadn’t seemed so unusual. He still had their darker coloring, but seeing the woman in the photo blew everything he knew out of the water.
That was his mom. Hismom.
How was this possible?
He looked at the men beside her again, not recognizing himself in any of them. “I’m related to them too?”
“An unlucky roll of the dice, I’m afraid.”
Luca dropped the photo and put his head in his hands, rubbing at his temples. “But…how? Why? This makes no sense.”
Dom put his fork down and sat back in his seat. “If I have to tell you the how of it all, I think you should probably get a refund on that fancy school of yours. As for the why, let’s just say you are the Fiores’ insurance policy.”
Luca blinked at him. None of that made any sense. “The Fiores? Is that their name?”
Dom slapped his palm down on the table and leaned over. “I’m about done with this deer-in-headlights routine.”
“It’s not a routine. I…I don’t know who these people are.”
“Well, let me give you a quick rundown. They are the scourge of this earth. They’re vile, detestable, horrible human beings, and you, LucaDavis, are related to each and every one of them.”
Luca shook his head and dropped the photo. “No. You’re wrong.”
“I’m never wrong.”
“Well, you’re wrong about this!” Luca shouted, and shoved back from the table.
This couldn’t be happening, it couldn’t be real, because if it was that would mean his parents—or the people he’d thought were his parents—had lied to him his entire life. “You’re lying. You’re trying to play some…some fucked-up mind game with me.”
“Trust me, that’s not my style.” Dom got to his feet, and Luca did the same. It felt imperative to keep some kind of level playing ground here, some kind of grip on reality. Not that he even knew what that was anymore.
As Dom began to move, Luca automatically backed up.“Stay away from me.”
“Or what?”
Good question. Luca looked at the fork he’d left on the table, and Dom smirked.
“I dare you.”
When his back hit the wall, Luca flattened his palms against it and felt his pulse fluttering at the base of his throat. His mind was spinning with everything he’d just learned, and with the threat of Dom closing in, he felt his knees grow weak.
It was clear Dom hated these Fiores, whoever the hell they were, and considering he thought Luca was related, what did that mean for him? He had no idea, but the sooner he could convince Dom he was not related in any way, the better.
“Look, I don’t know what you think you know, or who you think I’m related to. But you’re wrong. I don’t know these people. I’ve never even seen them before. I mean, you’re talking a mob family, right?” Luca almost choked on the words. “I’m from New Haven, Connecticut. I go to Yale, for God’s sake—”
“Shut.Up.” Dom punctuated his words with a hand by Luca’s head, and Luca bit down on his cheek. “DNA doesn’t lie, and we have yours.”
“So? Maybe they’re wrong.”
“So now everyone’s wrong except you?”
“No—I just mean that things can get messed up. I’m in the medical field and know that, and besides, I’ve spent years studying to be a surgeon. Whether I’m related to these people or not, what do you care? I don’t want anything to do with them. I don’t want to be a…be a…”
“Mobster?” Dom chuckled. “Not one of your top three job choices?”
A shiver of dread raced up Luca’s spine. “No, I want to help people, and you’re telling me I have to stop my life and—”
“No,I’mwhat’s supposed to stop your life. Because you see, you’re not justpartof the family, you’re the heir. And we can’t let that happen.”
