Elijah slammed the door behind him, pressing his back against it as he exhaled sharply.
His heart was still racing.
What the hell just happened?
Dominic had kissed him. Dominic Moretti, the untouchable, unreadable mafia boss, had kissed him like he was starving.
Elijah let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair.
He should be angry. No—he was angry. But buried beneath that anger, beneath the confusion and the heat still lingering on his lips, there was something worse.
Something dangerous.
He had liked it.
Too much.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath.
Before he could spiral any further, a knock at the door made him jump.
Elijah tensed. "What?"
"It's Vincent," came the muffled voice.
Elijah hesitated before unlocking the door. Vincent stepped inside, arms crossed. His sharp eyes flickered over Elijah's disheveled state, but he didn't comment on it.
"You okay?"
Elijah scoffed. "Peachy."
Vincent gave him a dry look before sighing. "Look, I don't know what's going on between you and Dominic, but…" He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "Just be careful."
Elijah frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Vincent leaned against the wall, arms still crossed. "I've known him for years. And I've never seen him act like this over anyone."
Elijah swallowed. He didn't like the way Vincent said that. Like it was a warning.
"Dominic is possessive by nature," Vincent continued. "He doesn't like losing what's his."
Elijah tensed. "I'm not his."
Vincent tilted his head slightly. "Aren't you?"
Elijah opened his mouth to argue, but the words wouldn't come.
Vincent pushed off the wall, giving him one last look before heading for the door. "Just… be sure about what you want, Elijah. Because once Dominic decides you're his—"
He didn't finish the sentence.
He didn't need to.
Elijah stood frozen as Vincent left the room, his words echoing in his head.
Because once Dominic decides you're his—
Elijah's throat went dry.
What if… he already had?
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