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CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
ONE THING LUCA could say about drinking—it made him bolder.
Just running his finger alongside Dom’s had his stomach in a flutter, and that only intensified when his captor didn’t immediately pull away.
“No one has to know,” Luca whispered.
Dom’s eyes turned heated, and for a moment Luca thought something would happen.But Dom let go of the glass abruptly and went back to his chair.
“This isn’t just about me, is it?” Luca said. “It’s more than that. You don’t want anyone to know you’re—”
“Drunk and sitting here having a conversation with you? No. I don’t.”
Wow, he couldn’t even say the word, could he? Was he just in denial, or was it something more? Thank God for vodka, because Luca doubted he’d push the subject if he were sober, but right now he couldn’t care less about any consequences.
“Are Mafia guys allowed to be gay?”
“Jesus Christ,” Dom muttered.
“What?”
“Don’t fucking say that.”
“What? Gay?”
“Mafia. It’s not yours to use.”
Uh, wasn’t that just stating the obvious? Mafia, mob, la Cosa Nostra, crazy kill freaks. Luca would have to come back to that one. He was far more interested in the other word Dom wouldn’t say.
“Is it forbidden?” Luca asked. “To be gay?”
Dom leaned forward, a retort on his lips, but nothing came out. Instead he sat back, looking down at his drink. “Yes.”
“Even if it’s you?”
“Especially if it’s me.”
“Why?”
Dom sighed and looked up. “Why do you think? I’m the heir.”
“Right. You’ll be the boss someday, and if anyone has a problem with you being gay, you can just get rid of them.”
“So the entire Rossetti family?” Dom smirked. “Your daddy would be proud of that train of thought.”
Luca flinched. “Don’t say that.”
“What? The truth? Fiore would love nothing more than for all Rossettis to be wiped off the face of the planet. Isn’t that what you were just suggesting I do?”
“You know it’s not. All I’m saying is, why couldn’t you change things? Make an example of one, and oh, I don’t know, put the fear of God in the rest of them.”
“’Cause life isn’t a fucking fairytale, that’s why.”
“So you just get to be miserable? That’s a long, lonely life you have ahead of you there.”
“Or not so long in my line of work. Depends if you’re good at it or not.”
Luca’s eyes dropped to the wounded arm he’d doctored twice, and then back to Dom. “You seem to be pretty good at making narrow escapes.”
