Page 11 of DeLuca: The Devil

“Clean me off.”

I lick the head of his dick, getting all the leftover cum.

He does his pants up, puts his shirt back on, “Get dressed and get the fuck out of my club, Baretti’s don’t belong here. If you come back, you’ll leave with a fucking bullet in your brain.”

Domenic looks down at the floor like he’s ashamed to be in the room with me while I gape at him, “This is done. Don’t come here again.”

I stare at him as he unlocks the door, walks out, and closes it behind him.

I’m on my knees, half naked, in my father’s greatest enemy’s club, and the only thing I can think about is the way he just tossed me aside like trash. Did I do it wrong? One thing is for sure. I’m never coming back here again. If my father wants me dead, he can do it himself. Or have Enzo do it. I’m used to men treating me like shit but I’ve never felt so worthless in my life. I’m not stupid, I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. After all, I'm being forced to marry someone else. Still, how could he come in my mouth and then leave like I’m a prostitute?

I force myself to my feet and grab my panties and put them on before grabbing my dress and putting myself back together. I laugh at myself as I zip my dress. What did I expect? I thought he’d treat me with respect? The Devil, as he’s known, has a different woman every night. I’m not special, I never could be, not to him. Not to anyone. If I were smart, I’d end my own life, taking away the satisfaction from one of these men that will get to do it. I could never do that to Natalia. It would break her heart. She is the only person in this world that gives a shit about me. My entire existence is depressing. I was born for one purpose, to be used and abused. I’m fucking sick of it.

Chapter Seven

GIADA

Four weeks later…

I promised myself I wouldn’t go back to Devil, and I haven’t. That doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about my last night there. It’s time to forget about him. Today I’ll become Mrs. Bianchi and I’ll never be unfaithful to my husband, even if that man is Enzo. This is the first day of complete loneliness for me. My mom is dead, so she’s not here. Enzo and my father forbade me from having Nat here. I’m not allowed to be friends with her anymore because she’s a bad influence. She has been my person since I was twelve years old. Keeping me from her is a form of extreme torture. It’s worse than a beating by Enzo, which he has started doing a lot. It took three make-up artists to cover my bruises for today. All three women looked at me with pity, but they wouldn't try to help me. No one is that stupid. If you know who Enzo Bianchi is, you’ll keep your mouth shut. I don’t blame them, really. They couldn’t save me, they’d only join me in misery. This is my life now. I’m not delusional enough to think he’ll stop beating me because I’m his wife.

I zip the wedding dress he bought for me. I don’t bother looking in the mirror because I don’t even want to see what I look like. It doesn’t matter that I’m dressed in a beautiful white gown. Does it matter what you wear when you attend your own funeral?

I’ve been alone in this hotel room for the last hour. The silence is deafening. It’s almost time, Enzo’s employees will come get me soon. I wish there was a way out for me. That’s the problem hope. Be careful what you wish for, they say. You might actually get it. Suddenly, a chill washes over me. A sharp stabbing pain jabs me on my neck. I reach back to touch it but it’s too late. I try to blink as a sudden onset of dizziness washes over me, as I begin to fall, everything fades to black.

Chapter Eight

GIADA

Before I even open my eyes, my head is pounding. I crack open my right eye and do not know where I am. Once both are open, I see a picture on the bedside table. Four men are in the image, one of them, the devil himself. That must be who took me, although, for the life of me, I can’t imagine why. He didn’t want to ever see me again, so he must have decided to kill me. That’s the only thing that makes sense. It’s slightly amusing to me that men threaten to kill me so often, I am no longer in fear of it. It’s simply another day. Then, I try to move my arms and realize I’m handcuffed to the bed, naked.

I scream, “Hey asshole! Let me go!”

After several minutes, the door opens and Domenic walks in, closing the door behind him. I choose to ignore his chiseled jaw, dark eyes, and my god, those tattoos. Right now he’s not the man that gave me my first orgasm. He is the enemy, the devil.

He gazes at the length of my body several times as if he has the right to look at me naked.

Taking a seat in the large armchair near the foot of the bed, he sits silently, with his fingers stroking the side of his jaw.

“I’ve been trying to figure out why the daughter of my enemy was in my club. I’m pretty sure I know, but I’d like to hear it from you.”

I laugh, “Maybe I’ll enlighten you after you uncuff me and give me my clothes.”

Without any regret in his tone, he says, “You have none. I burned your wedding dress.”

I roll my eyes at him. I want clothes, but I don’t give a shit about that dress. It’s not like I was going to save it, so I had a reminder of my magical day.

“What do you want from me, Domenic? You told me not to come to your club again, I haven’t.”

He arches an eyebrow before answering, “I want many things from you, Giada. We’ll start with this; you have a decision to make.”

I swallow hard, “Which is?”

“We will be married, or I will end your life. Your choice.”

I shake my head, “You don’t even like me. Why on earth would you want to marry me?”

He chuckles, “You’re right. I don’t like you. You spied on me for your father, don’t bother lying to me, I know you did. My brothers think I should have killed you already. Marrying you would piss your father and Enzo off more than killing you. I have no doubt your weasel of a father will finally come out of hiding to retaliate.”

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