Page 5 of DeLuca: The Devil

I step back, “Goodnight, Gia.”

She takes a deep breath as she picks up her purse from the barstool next to her, “Goodbye, Mr. De Luca.”

I watch her turn away from me and walk out, leaving me with a raging hard on that is not going down on its own. A slap on my shoulder causes me to turn and see my brother, “Looks like you’re losing your touch.”

“Fuck off.”

I turn to head to my office, and he appears beside me, “Seriously. The devil turned down. It looks like hell must have frozen over.”

We walk up the stairs and enter my office, “Hilarious.”

Dante raises an eyebrow when I enter, “What?”

He shrugs, “I never thought it would be you kissing the enemy is all. Isn’t that the exact reason you hate me so much?”

I glare at him, “Jewel was the enemy. That girl is just a random woman in my club.”

He shakes his head, “You really don’t know who she is, do you?”

“Enlighten me, dick.”

Dante grins like he holds an earth-shattering secret, “She is Giada Baretti, Anthony Baretti’s only daughter.”

Gia is obviously short for Giada. I was kissing my biggest enemy's daughter. Fuck. “What the hell was she doing in my club?”

Chapter Three

DOMENIC

Some associates of mine think I’m the king of intel. At one point, I found information for a group of assassins. However, I go to Benji when I need more than I can find. He’s a genius with computers. He worked high up with Microsoft until I offered him more money than Bill Gates could ever pay. I’m in my office waiting for an update from Benji, as well as my security team. I want to know everything there is to know about Giada Baretti. Beginning with what the fuck my greatest enemy’s daughter was doing in my club. Physically, she’s stunning. I wanted to sink into her cunt so bad it hurt. However, if she’s a threat, her beauty will not save her. Like anybody else, she will be eliminated.

My head of security, Marco, enters the room with Benji, and I set my whiskey down on my walnut desk as they sit across from me.

Benji clears his throat, “Giada Baretti, age twenty-three. Interior Designer. As you know she’s Anthony Baretti’s only daughter. Engaged to Enzo Bianchi.”

I run my hand across my jaw, “Engaged?”

I’m not often surprised but this is not information I was expecting.

He nods, “Yes.”

I’m not sure why this news pisses me off but it does. I already have a hundred reasons to kill that mother fucker, but this adds one more to the list.

“Is she in love with him?”

Marco chuckles, “Doubtful, boss. It’s an arranged marriage. The agreement between the families is that the Bianchi’s will supply the Baretti’s with weapons. The Baretti’s will own forty-nine percent interest in the Bianchi hotel chain.”

I pick up my glass and down the contents before setting it back down, “What do the Bianchi’s get out of this deal?”

Benji answers, “Enzo gets a wife and children, of course. Also, one and a half billion dollars.”

Handing them both a cigar before lighting my own, I sigh, “That’s all well and good but why the fuck was she in my club?”

Marco crosses his legs, and puffs on his cigar before answering, “I don’t have an answer for that but let me tell you what we do know. Anthony has been digging around to try to find a way to get your weapons business. Our associates informed us that he’s decided to take hostile action since you won’t sell it to him peacefully.”

With a chuckle, I say, “That’s cute. He will never get his hands on any piece of our business. Do you think that’s where Giada comes in?”

Her name tastes like honey on my tongue. This sweet little lamb came into the lion’s den snooping around. Now she’s fucked. Giada Baretti is in for a world of pain. I wonder if she knows what she's done. Perhaps, she’s more like her father than she seemed. Calculating, underhanded and stupid. Trying to interfere with my business is not a bright idea. Others have tried, it never ends well.

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