Page 34 of DeLuca: The Devil

My mind is racing from all the information. The vengeful part of me is dying to get my hands on that piece of shit. I know that I need to be with her and couldn’t possibly leave her right now. I may not have a choice but to let others handle them.

“Does she need surgery for her spleen?”

He taps his pen on the desk, “No. We must wait for that to heal on its own. Surgery won’t correct it.”

“The malnourishment?”

“When she wakes up, we want to get her eating frequent, small amounts right away. If she refuses to eat, we’ll need to put a stomach pump in. But let's cross that bridge when we come to it.”

I rub the pain in my forehead, “The vaginal trauma?”

“It will heal. However, there will be no intercourse for four to eight weeks.”

The last thing I’m worried about is getting my dick wet.

“This is the last time I will leave her side until she’s released, so if you have anything else to say you should say it now.”

He rises from his chair, “That should do it. Let me know if you have any questions. I’ll have the charge nurse arrange to have a cot brought in so you can stay in her room.”

I get out of my seat and head back to my wife. On the walk there, I imagine so many ways I want to torture Bianchi. It makes me sick to my stomach that I may never get the chance. I stop outside her door and call her friend quickly to let her know where she is. I leave out all the disgusting details that cause rage to flow through my veins. If she ever decides to tell her, that’s fine. But it’s not my place nor my story to tell. Natalia cries from relief when I tell her that Giada is finally safe. I did warn her about how badly she had been beaten because I know she’ll come to see her, and without warning, it would be a nasty shock.

After disconnecting the call, I put my phone away, and walk back into her room. She’s still completely out, so I sit beside her, and stroke her palm while I talk to her, “Bellissima, I know what he did to you. I’m sorry. I’ll never forgive myself for this, baby.”

Max and Damian walk in and each of them places a hand on my shoulder, “She’ll be alright,” my brother says.

“Where did you two get off to?”

Max responds, “Phone calls and food. Your brother has the appetite of a bear.”

I chuckle lightly because he’s not wrong. Damian has always had the biggest appetite out of the four of us. He is also a miserable son of a bitch if he doesn’t get food when he’s hungry.

“I need Enzo found. Both Enzo and Anthony but especially Enzo.”

Damian asks, “Did he-?”

I interrupt him, “I can’t answer that, so don’t fucking ask. Just find me Enzo Bianchi.”

Max says, “And do what with him?”

I growl, “Keep him chained up and alive in your safe house. Find him.”

“We’re on it,” he says, “Call me if you need anything. Otherwise, I’ll be in contact when I have something.”

I nod and turn my attention back to Giada and stare at her swollen face. The one side is so enlarged, I think her eye will be swollen shut. Every minute that she lies here sleeping unable to talk to me, feels like an eternity.

Finally, after hours of watching her, she begins to stir. She whimpers as she opens her one eye. I was correct, the other won’t open.

“Where am I?” She asks with a dry, croaky voice.

I get up and get her the cup of water with a straw that was on her bedside table, placing the straw in her mouth, I instruct her, “Sip slowly.”

I press the buzzer beside her head to inform the nurse that Giada is awake.

“Where am I?”

“The hospital. You were badly hurt.”

She glances around the room, touches her face, and her eyes settle on me, “Who are you?”

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