Page 51 of DeLuca: The Devil

“I wouldn’t ask, I’d tell you, but no need. I’ll straddle that beautiful face and fuck your tight throat.”

She moans, “Dom.”

“Drink your coffee, Bellissima. We’re leaving in five minutes.”

Groaning, she slides off my lap and drinks her coffee while I continue going through my messages. It seems for every fire I put out, another five crop up, but I have the biggest fire I need to deal with. The rest will have to wait unless Damian chooses to handle it without me.

“Ready?”

Giada takes a long, deep breath, “Yeah.”

I take her into my arms and kiss her softly, “You don’t have to go, Bellissima.”

She wraps her arms around my waist and presses her face into my chest, “I do, Dom. I need him to see that he didn’t destroy me. It may not make sense to you, but I can’t let him die without that. He needs to know he didn’t win.”

“It makes perfect sense. Let's get your closure then.”

I don’t really want Giada with me today. It’s going to be difficult for her emotionally, and she seems to be in such a happy place right now. I won’t stop her, though, because if this is what she’ll need to heal, I’d be an asshole to prevent that.

She reaches her hands up and touches my face, “Thank you. Now I’m ready.”

We walk out to the car where Marc is waiting, and I open the back door for Giada first. My wife is always stunning, but her, in blue jeans and a creamy white sweater really does it for me. Giada’s hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, her eyes sparkle even though I know she’s terrified to face the man that nearly destroyed her. Her strength is inspiring. I know many grown men who would’ve crumbled under far less.

I slide in beside her and interlock my fingers with hers, bring her hand to my face, and kiss the back of her hand, “I promise you’ll be safe.”

She tilts her head back and flashes me a soft smile, “I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me, Dom. I trust you, completely.”

Those are words I don’t take lightly. After all, I have given her so many reasons not to trust me. Resting her head against my shoulder, she whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Bellissima.”

I lower my head and stare at her as she closes her eyes and breathes a contented sigh.

“After this is over, I’m going to whisk you away on a honeymoon.”

She arches an eyebrow as her eyes pop open, “You mean you’ll call it a honeymoon but it’s really a business trip?”

Chuckling, I say, “No business. Only us.”

“I’d like that, Dom.”

I kiss her on the forehead, “Good.”

After a forty-five-minute drive, Marc pulls into Max’s parking garage. He already knows he’ll be waiting in the car, “Let me know if you need me, Boss.”

I nod as I get out of the car and help Giada out. We walk over to his elevator which I’m well accustomed to. I’ve done enough work here over the last few months, so I know how everything works.

“Max and his associates will be downstairs. Enzo is restrained so you don’t need to worry about him. We won’t be killing him right now, not until he gives me the information, I need to find Anthony.”

Giada doesn’t refer to him as her dad much anymore, so I’m not either. He’s never been a father to her, and after what he did to her, I know she doesn’t see him as one now.

Her hand trembles slightly in mine, “I’ve got you, Bellissima.”

The elevator doors slide open, and we walk out into the basement. My wife gasps and stops where she stands as she stares at Enzo Bianchi, strapped to Max’s St Andrew’s Cross.

Chapter Thirty-Six

GIADA

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