Page 57 of DeLuca: The Devil

“Now, we go home and pack for our honeymoon.”

I’m rewarded by the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on her face, “Is that smile for me, little Wife?”

She giggles, “Yes, Husband. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mrs. De Luca. Now, go say goodbye to the smut club. We’re leaving.”

Giada slaps my arm as she breaks out into another fit of laughter, “Oh my god. Don’t say that. It’s gonna stick.”

I wink at her, “Suitable nicknames normally do.”

She rolls her eyes and runs off to say goodbye to her new friends.

Max says, “You’ll have to come over to our house when you get back. We’re having Christmas, and you’re both more than welcome if you’re back by then.”

I nod, “We will be. I want her to have snow for Christmas or at least a chance of it.”

He slaps my arm affectionately, “When you find the one that can tolerate your bullshit, that’s what it’s about. Making her happy.”

I smile in agreement, “That it is.”

He chuckles, “Enjoy your honeymoon, Mac.”

I laugh, it seems like so long ago he knew me as Mac. I never expected a true friendship. Honestly, I was just keeping him in my pocket for the future. I never in a million years would’ve guessed I’d need his help finding my wife.

“Giada. Let’s go.”

She giggles as she runs over to me, hooks her arm in mine, and we walk out of the house together.

“I need to see Natalia before we go.”

Marc is busy dealing with other issues, so I called Lucas, my sometimes driver. He’s outside waiting for us when we step out into the chilly night air. After I help her into the car, I slide in beside her, “Call your friend. See if she can come over tonight.”

She beams at me, “Thank you.”

Once we get home, we go upstairs and pack, but are interrupted when her friend shows up in record time.

“I’ll go down to meet her.”

I nod, “Security answers the door. I’ll be down shortly.”

Leaning down, I kiss her on the cheek, and she runs off. I’m an asshole, so I press the button on the intercom to listen to my wife and her friend. They giggle and carry on about how excited they are to see each other while I pack our suitcases. I’m sure she’s going to love the skimpy clothing I’m packing for her. When she complains, I’ll have to remind her that she’s lucky she isn’t naked in bed the entire time. My ears perk up when I hear something I do not like.

“So, do you remember that guy you met at the club downtown on your twenty-second birthday?” Natalia asks.

My wife giggles, “Oh my God. Michael, was it? No. Miguel. He was so hot!”

“Mhmm,” Natalia purrs, “He asked about you. I told him you got married, but I’m supposed to give you his number in case things don’t work out.”

When I hear my wife giggling again, I snap.

I storm downstairs to the bar where they are sitting, I point at her friend, “You out. Get out of my fucking house now.”

She scrambles out of her chair, grabs her purse, and runs to the door. Wise fucking choice.

I glare at my wife, who is now standing with her hands on her hips, “Domenic, that was rude.”

“Do you want to see rude, Bellissima?”

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