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Her words anger me to no end, but I have to try to remember this is her experience with men in our world. It’s true boys are desired because they can grow to become strong men and work in the family business, but I would never treat my daughter the way her father treated her.

“Bellissima, I am not your father. I would never do any of the things that have been done to you. I would love my daughter as much as I would love my son. I’d probably be overprotective and wouldn’t want her working in this world. It’s too dangerous for women.”

She traces my tattoos with her soft fingers, “I didn’t mean to imply you're like him, Dom. I just don’t want a daughter to even experience a quarter of what I have. Even without everything he and Enzo did to me, feeling like you don’t matter daily is terrible. I wouldn’t want a daughter to wish she had been born a boy so her father would love her.”

I kiss the top of her head, “I swear to you, Bellissima, it would never be like that. They call me the devil, but your father is worse than that. I’m not sure what’s worse than the devil, but he’s it. Anthony Baretti is disgusting and vile. Like Enzo, he won’t live much longer.”

Running my hand down her side, she shivers, “I’m not a good man, Giada. You know that. I do terrible things, but when it comes to you and, one day, our children, I will always strive to be the man you deserve. I may fall short at times, but I promise to try. And I swear to you, I’ll never abuse our children. If I do, I’ll give you every cent we have and let you go.”

She scoots up my body and places soft kisses on my neck, causing me to groan, “You should know something, Domenic. You aren’t the devil.”

I smirk, while thoroughly enjoying her mouth on my skin, “Is that so, little Wife?”

She lays her leg across my abdomen, giving me perfect access to her pretty little cunt, “Yes, Dom. You saved me. The devil would only save himself.”

I growl, “I didn’t fucking save you. By the time I found you, you were lying in a hospital bed. I fucking failed you. For that, I’ll never forgive myself.”

She gazes into my face which has a scowl on it, “Look at me, husband.”

I do, and she gently touches my face, “After I was taken, I would sit in my cage and imagine you were there with me. You’d tell me to stay strong. You’d wrap your arms around me. If it weren’t for that, I’m not sure how I would’ve gotten through those first days. That’s how I got through it, at least until I lost my memory.”

I kiss her softly, “I will never let anyone hurt you again. I’m sorry for what you endured. I’ve increased security, even after their death, I will keep that level. I’ll never risk you for vengeance again. I was a fool. I didn’t see what was right in front of my eyes.”

She gazes at me with a soft smile, “What was in front of your eyes, Mr. De Luca?”

“You,” I answer before flipping her over and fucking her again.

Chapter Thirty-Five

DOMENIC

You know that feeling kids get on Christmas Eve? The one where they are so excited for the next day that they can’t possibly sleep? That’s how I spent my night. Yes, I enjoy killing fuckers who wrong me. And taking my wife from me and doing the shit they did? They wronged me in the worst fucking way. Today, I’ll live up to my name, The Devil. Enzo will tell me where to find Baretti, I have no doubt. Even the toughest men crumble when faced with immense pain. The more brutal the torture, the quicker the results.

I kill men when they steal money from me, so taking my wife will be the highest punishment I dole out. You’d think I can’t do worse than murder, but you’re wrong. A quick shot to the head won’t do. That’s the easy way out. I smile as I stare at my sleeping wife and imagine the way they will cry. Will they beg for relief? Ah yes, yes, they will. I can’t wait.

I kiss Giada on the neck, “Time to wake up, Bellissima. We need to go.”

With her eyes closed, she smiles, “Do that again.”

I chuckle and give her three more soft kisses, “Now get up, little Wife or I’ll spank your beautiful ass.”

She opens her eyes just to roll them at me, “Promises. Promises.”

I smirk as I rise from the bed, “You have twenty minutes to get downstairs. Don’t test me.”

“I’ll see you in twenty-one minutes, husband. The devil doesn’t scare me.”

Shaking my head, I walk out of the room. I would never hurt her, so I shouldn’t scare her. After what she’s been through, it makes me happy that she isn’t afraid of me. I’m an intimidating man to everybody in this world except for my two favorite women, my sister, and my wife. I go into the kitchen, grab two coffee cups, and pour coffee for us. I add the French vanilla cream my wife loves so much and pour it into hers but keep mine black. I carry them over to the dining room table and take a seat. I go through emails and text messages while I wait for Giada. I text Max and let him know we’ll be leaving shortly. I call Damian and tell him to eliminate our current issue, a local drug dealer dealing drugs in my club. Drugs are one of our biggest streams of revenue, so I’m not going to have some fucker trying to get a piece of the pie. Maybe other clubs allow that shit, not mine.

Exactly twenty-one minutes later, my wife shows her beautiful face, “Don’t think for one second that you are getting away with anything, Giada. Yes, we have to leave but when we get back home, I’m going to make that ass red.”

She smiles sweetly, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sir.”

Grabbing her coffee, she moves it in front of me and lowers herself onto my lap.

I smirk, “Do you happen to remember me fucking that beautiful mouth, little wife?”

Giada runs her fingers through my hair, “Are you asking me to get on my knees, Dom?”

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