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Luca noted the plush white rug under his feet and couldn’t help but think that even someone like Dom wouldn’t want to mess up something as pristine as that…Right?
But that thought quickly vanished as Dom brushed by him and said, “Follow me.”
Luca didn’t dare to argue this time. Hell, he didn’t even bother looking at where he was. He was too focused on remembering how to breathe and do as he was told, all in the hopes that he’d somehow come out of this alive.
He tracked Dom’s footsteps across the room, careful not to make a sound. Dom pushed open a second door, and Luca dared to look up.
Oh hell no.His feet came to a grinding halt as his eyes latched on to the white marble floors of an en suite that had a drain in the center, and all Luca could think of was that cold, dank, dungeon-like place where he’d first been held. Then his mind started to spin.
Why did a person need a drain in the middle of their bathroom floor? In the shower? Yes. But the middle of the floor? That couldn’t mean anything good. But then again, any kind of drain could mean possible disposal.
Fuck. Don’t go there.
Dom strode inside the enormous en suite without a backward glance, then stopped in front of the mirror lining one entire wall of the room and eyed his reflection. Whatever he saw there clearly didn’t please him, because his scowl was as dark as his eyes.
“Second shirt today,” Luca thought he heard as Dom reached for the waist of his shirt and began to tug it free of his pants. “Shut the door, Luca.”
Luca opened his mouth, about to ask why, but the expression on Dom’s face told him not to argue. He turned, quietly shut the door, and, with his eyes on the glossy paint, counted back from ten.
“There’s a seat over in the corner there. Use it.”
Luca spotted the chair over by a tub the size of a small swimming pool, and he moved to take a seat. There was a double sink and oversized vanity where Dom still stood, and a shower that could easily fit a football team. It was exactly what you’d expect of a penthouse of this caliber, and yet the last place on earth you’d expect to find a man covered in someone else’s blood.
Luca did a quick sweep of the space, wondering if there was any way to escape other than the door.
“You could try, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m not really in the mood to chase you.”
Luca’s eyes flew back to Dom, who was unbuttoning his shirt, and before he thought twice he blurted, “And what are you in the mood for? More blood?”
Dom looked up, a sadistic smirk curling his lip. “Is that what you’re worried about? I thought you were going to be a surgeon. Surely a little blood doesn’t make you squeamish.”
Luca was about to respond when Dom shrugged out of his shirt, revealing a broad, sinewy back, rippling abs, and bloodied gauze wrapped around his crimson-stained arm.
Holy shit.Luca quickly averted his eyes.
“No, blood doesn’t bother me. But whose and how you got it does.” Luca found himself looking to the busted stitches on Dom’s arm. “You know you totally ruined your stitches.”
Dom balled his shirt up and threw it in the sink to his right. “Was worth it.”
“Really? So you don’t mind having a scar?”
“Can you not see my back?”
Luca’s eyes fell to the tight, tanned skin stretched across Dom’s muscles, and sure enough there were several scars marring the otherwise smooth surface. Some looked years old, while others were a little pinker and more recent.
Jesus, what kind of life had this guy known?
“So, no,” Dom said, reaching inside the shower to turn on the water. “I don’t mind.”
Luca’s brow furrowed.Wait, is he going to take a shower right now? With me in the room?
Without turning around, Dom kicked off his shoes, slid his phone out of his pocket and onto the counter, and then began to unfasten his belt buckle. As he shoved his pants down his hips, Luca cursed and looked up at the ceiling.
Oh God, he’s getting naked. Why did he bring me in here?
He cleared his throat awkwardly and stood up. “I can step out while you—”
“I don’t fuckin’ think so. You can sit where I told you to.”
