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“I’ve got work. People are going to notice I’m missing.”

“Luca, I’m not fucking around. I’m ordering you to stay here.”

He walked out of the room.

My jaw tightened as I tried to push down the uneasy feeling in my chest. My eyes drifted toward the bedside table where Dominic had left his phone. The screen lit up with a notification.

Frank

Hey. Can we talk? I’ve been thinking about you.

Just one drink, for old time’s sake.

Frank. The guy who thought he could crawl back like Dominic wasn’t already mine.

Mine.

The gall of this asshole. He treated Dominic like a used napkin. Now thought he could just waltz back into his life?

Not while I still breathed.

TWENTY-FIVE

LUCA

I found Frank.

He was at a bar not far from the casino, wearing a dark gray suit. It looked like something from Dominic’s closet. Maybe he’d picked it out for Frank. The lapels sat just right, and the fit was tailored to his shoulders.

My stomach twisted.

Frank leaned forward, grinning. He flashed his teeth at the bartender, who looked ten seconds away from melting into his lap. Charming bastard. Dominic probably ate that shit up.

My jaw ached from clenching it.

I didn’t try to hide my approach this time. IwantedFrank to see me coming. Wanted him to feel me breathing down his neck the way I felt him hovering over Dominic’s life.

Frank glanced up, his smile slipping. “Can I help you?”

I grabbed the glass from his hand and smashed it on the counter. Shards flew, whiskey spilling across the polished wood, but I didn’t give a shit. I stepped closer, crowding him against the bar.

“You can tell me what the fuck you’re doing texting Dominic.”

He brushed off glass from his sleeve. “Careful, Luca. You’re making a scene.”

“I’ll make a fucking massacre if you don’t start talking.”

“About what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, asshole. You messaged him asking for drinks. Like that was ever going to happen.”

He sneered. “Dom’s a grown man. I don’t need your permission to talk to him.”

“He’s done with you. Or are you too pathetic to figure that out?”

“You think because you’re riding his dick, you’re special? Dominic’s got a type, and it’s not you.” He winked, and my stomach dropped. “Trust me, I know.”

A red-hot pulse pounded behind my eyes.