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CHAPTERTHREE
FROM HIS VANTAGE point high above the casino floor, Dom had a 360-degree view of every person, every machine, every table in Midas. Nothing escaped his attention, nor that of the pit boss, even with the hotel at max capacity.
He had to hand it to his father—building the only casino in Manhattan had not only been incredibly lucrative, it had given the family a legitimate safe space. Law enforcement hadn’t been an issue, not with the donations the Rossettis continued to roll out, which meant he could conduct whatever business he needed to without prying eyes. Especially helpful considering the prize currently being kept in the basement.
It was shocking how unprotected the kid had been, how easy it’d been for Dom’s guys to grab him with no one the wiser. Hell, no one probably even knew he was gone.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tony step off the elevator and head his way.
“He’s awake.”
Dom didn’t waste any time heading downstairs. He stepped inside the private elevator. As the doors slid shut behind him, Dom moved to the back of the car and cracked his neck from side to side. It was a ritual of sorts, this moment he took for himself as he slipped from his on-floor persona to this…other side of himself.
Dom smoothed a hand down the black tie neatly knotted at his neck before tugging the cuffs of his sleeves into place. Then he straightened the gold cuff links until the obsidian R was the right way up and matched the ring that adorned his right hand.
The ring was an heirloom, one passed down from his father, and the cuff links were Dom’s subtle way of reminding himself of who he was, where he came from, and whom he was representing. A reminder that was of the utmost importance when it came to the family business.
When the elevator reached the hidden floor of the casino, Tony stepped aside and Dom walked out into the dimly lit hall. A stark corridor stretched out ahead of them, and at the end of it stood two of Dom’s men guarding a solid iron door. As he headed toward the room, the silence that met him was a testament to just how monumental this moment was. There were no greetings, no information updates. His men knew how important this was to the Rossetti family, and they were smart enough to hold their tongues, in fear of losing them.
Dom stopped by his men and looked down at his ring, twisting it around his finger, then he looked back to the iron door, the one thing that now stood between him and the vengeance he and his father had sought all these years.
He nodded once, signaling the guards to release the heavy bolts from their locks. As the door opened, the lights flickered on, and the young man sitting tied to a lone chair jerked his head up.
“Hello?” he asked. Dom walked closer, the soles of his leather shoes the only sound in the cavernous space as he made his way around the man, taking a moment to look him over. With a black hood covering his head, the guy wouldn’t be able to see a thing, but from his immediate reaction to Dom’s entry, it was clear the rest of his senses were on high alert.
“Who’s there?” His voice trembled as Dom came to a stop behind him. “Who are you?”
Dom took in the Nikes, jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket; this kid was younger than he’d expected. Then he leaned down until his mouth was by his captive’s ear. “Now that’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?”
When the kid shivered and tried to turn, a wicked smile curved Dom’s lips.
“But you know what’s worth even more than that? The answer tothisquestion. Who areyou?”
Dom took hold of the hood and yanked it free, then watched as the young man cowered.
“I…I don’t understand.”
“No? It’s a simple question. And you’re supposed to be smart, right, college boy?”
The kid’s head snapped up, his eyes on the wall ahead, but he didn’t say a word.
“Yale Medical School,” Dom said. “That’s not cheap. Your parents take care of you, I presume?”
When the kid still didn’t answer, Dom smirked. “Rich folks. Probably had a nice, happy childhood too, am I right?”
This time when he stayed silent, Dom kicked the leg of the chair so hard it jolted back, causing the kid’s eyes to finally meet his.
“I’d answer my questions if I were you. Starting with the first one I asked.”
The kid swallowed hard and lowered his head again, as if he couldn’t physically look at Dom.
Such a frightened little mouse. How pathetic.
“It’s L-Luca. Luca Davis.”
Dom lifted a brow. “Luca…Davis. Really.”
“Yes, sir.”
