Page 32 of The Devil's Fire

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Damiano

I lit up a cigarette, the smoke filling my lungs as I inhaled deeply. The Service finished and everyone was slowly leaving the parking lot, but my eyes never once strayed away from her as they prepared to leave.

My eyes slid down her body, resting on that perfect, round ass of hers. Even dressed modestly, the dress still clung to her curves beautifully, making me fantasize about tearing the dress off her and bending her over the hood of the car.

I drew in a deep drag and released a thick cloud of smoke that lingered in the air. It was the only thing stopping me from succumbing to my lust.

I glanced to the side; Lorenzo was raising a brow at me as he caught me checking her out.

“In front of God’s house?”

“Mind your own fucking business.” I snapped, and he gave me a slightly amused look. An old lady gasped and gave me a disgusted look at my language as she walked by. I gave her a stare until she looked away and entered her car.

I scoffed, and it only amused Lorenzo some more.

I took one last drag of my cigarette before flicking it away. I had too much sexual frustration pent up, and it was all because of that green-eyed woman. She had me fucking my fist like a fifteen-year-old who just hit puberty.

“Let’s go.” I said and slid inside my car once my men had moved the girls’ luggage.

I frowned when Althaia suddenly rushed out of the car, then my attention snapped to the main road. The sound of cars coming had me flinging the door almost off its hinges as my legs moved into a sprint towards her.

“Get down!” I shouted to her, but her body tensed up in fear at the sight of guns.

I gritted my teeth in anger as I reached out for her, wrapping my arms around her body and head, and I threw us behind the car for cover. I pulled her closer, shielding her with my body as glass shattered around us.

It blinded me with rage when her eyes opened. Filled with fear.

I’m going to fucking kill them.

“Hold on to me.” I quickly glanced over her to make sure she was unharmed.

Althaia fisted her hands into my shirt, and I wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her tightly into me. I moved along the cars while my men were keeping them at bay so I could get her to safety. Lorenzo was keeping his fiancée safe, shooting after the cars and blowing up one of their tires.

“Keep your heads down.” I told them both once she was safely inside. A flicker of worry reflected in her eyes as she looked at me. “Go!” I shouted to Dario and slammed the door shut for him to get them away from here.

More cars arrived, and the continuous sound of gunfire forced us to stay on the ground and take cover behind our own.

I reached for the machine gun stashed beneath the car. This wasn't my first time facing such a situation, and these fuckers firing at us either had a death wish or were sorely lacking in brain cells. Either way, they wouldn't stand a chance, and I was about to demonstrate just how swiftly I could bring their useless lives to an end.

“Antonio, Giovanni, to your right. Dom, Luca, to your left.” They nodded in response and waited for my signal.

I moved along the car to reach the front with Lorenzo following my every move. I didn’t have to tell him anything; we were one mind in two bodies.

We crouched down, waiting for the cars to approach. The idiots fired all at once, depleting their ammunition and forcing them to reload simultaneously.

I sighed.

“Go.”

My men rose, dividing as they shot after the cars to create a distraction. Lorenzo and I stood up, back-to-back, and fired. The roaring blaze from the machine guns drowned out any other noises as the bullets went flying, taking them down one by one.

I aimed for the driver first, not giving him a chance to react as I made his face look like Swiss cheese. He slumped over the steering wheel and crashed right into a tree.

I walked over to the car, my grip tight on the machine gun in my hands. The car door opened with a loud bang, and someone scrambled out, trying to flee.

I sighed at his cowardice and shot him in the back until he fell to the ground face first. If he was going to turn his back on his comrades to save his own life, then he deserved to be shot in the back.

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