Page 52 of DeLuca: The Devil

I stand frozen, the fear gripping me like a vice, trapping the air in my throat. I don’t know what I thought this would feel like but this isn’t it.

Enzo spots me and smirks, “Ahhh, there she is. My disgusting whore.”

Domenic storms over to him, “Shut the fuck up before I cut your goddamn tongue out.”

Enzo laughs because we all know Dom isn’t going to do that until he knows where Anthony is. Until he gets the information he needs, the torture will be light.

He clenches his fists as he grits his teeth at Enzo. I’ve seen my husband angry, but not like this.

“Did you get it?” He asks, looking over his shoulder at Max.

Max nods, “Yep. In the cage. There are gloves on top, I’d recommend wearing them. But I have the antidote if required.”

He smiles at Enzo, “How long have we known each other Bianchi?”

That earns him a glare, “A lifetime too fucking long.”

Domenic folds his arms over his chest while Max and his team watch. A blonde who I’ve never met rubs her hands together excitedly, while bouncing on her heels.

Max glances at her, “Mia. Stay calm, this is Domenic’s kill.”

“I know you too well, Enzo. I know the one thing that terrifies you so much that you wet your panties like a little girl.”

Dom rubs his hand over his stubbled jaw, “All I want to know is where Baretti is. Tell me what I need and this stops.”

My husband looks back, “Stand back, Giada. Against the wall.”

I give him a strange look but do as he says. He rewards me with a “Good girl,” which makes me blush in front of these strangers. Max is the only one of these people that I’ve met other than Dom and Enzo.

I watch as he walks over behind a half wall and comes back out with a fucking snake in his hands.

At first, I’m not sure who is more afraid, me or Enzo, however, as Dom approaches him with the slithery creature in his hands, it’s clear Enzo is more terrified than I am. He stands restrained to the cross, only wearing jeans, but the blonde starts laughing, “He pissed himself.”

“Don’t worry too much, Bianchi. It is a venomous snake but it’s unlikely to kill you. It’s only a copperhead. But it will hurt like a bitch.”

“Domenic, please. I’ll do anything.”

Dom shakes his head, “You’re a disappointment, Bianchi.”

He holds the snake inches from his face, and Enzo screams as the snake strikes his face, like the blonde women you see in horror movies, “I’m sorry for what I did to her. I’m s-s-sorry,” he stutters as the snake again gets closer to him.

“I’m not interested in your apologies. I want to know where Baretti is.”

“Put the snake away and I’ll tell you.”

Dom chuckles loudly, “No deal. I’m in charge here, fucker. You give me the information and then I put fluffy here away.”

I fight the laughter bubbling up. Only Domenic would name a snake, Fluffy.

“A warehouse on ninth. The one down the street from Nigel’s Burgers.”

My husband puts the snake back in its glass cage and yells for Max. I watch as the two of them move the cage into the room with Enzo.

“He’s going to be right here if you try to get break free.”

Domenic laughs an evil laugh that causes me to shiver. I’ve learned something about my husband today. Do not fuck with his family because he will use your worst fear against you. He might be sweet with me as of late, but let's just say I’m glad he’s on my side.

“Anybody upstairs?” Domenic asks.

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