Page 53 of DeLuca: The Devil

Max responds, “Willow and Ivy are up there.”

Domenic walks over to me and takes my face in his hands, “I need you to stay here with Willow and Ivy, Bellissima.”

“Who is that?”

He smiles, “Willow is Max’s wife and Ivy is Nash’s wife.”

I shake my head, “No. I’m coming with you.”

Kissing me softly, he says, “You won’t win this argument, baby. It’s not safe, I won’t risk anything happening to you.”

Dom kisses that spot behind my ear that makes me weak, “Don’t say it. I know. And I swear to you I’ll be coming back to you. Nothing could keep me from a life with you, Bellissima. Fucking nothing.”

He kisses me on the neck, “I love you. And you’re going to love Willow and Ivy.”

I follow him into the elevator, and he holds me as it starts to move. I glance at him and flash him an angry glare, “If you ever bring a snake home, I’m divorcing you.”

Dom chuckles as he kisses my forehead, “No snakes. That was only for Enzo. When we were in kindergarten and went on a field trip to the zoo, they had a snake habitat. He pissed himself then too. I should’ve killed that asshole back then.”

I wrap my arms around him, “Well, I’m sure you weren’t running around killing people at five or six.”

He shakes his head, “I was not. I didn’t get my first kill until I was nine.”

Jesus. Nine? He talks like he went hunting and killed a deer, but I know well we are talking about a human life.

The elevator doors slide open, and we walk out together along with everybody else. Domenic takes my hand and pulls me over to a large sectional where two women sit.

“This is my wife, Giada. Bellissima, this is Willow and Ivy.”

I smile politely, “Hi. Nice to meet you.”

They both smile brightly at me. Ivy shakes my hand, but Willow jumps up and embraces me in a hug.

“We have an issue to attend to, Giada will stay with you. I assume that’s okay?”

After Willow releases me, she laughs, “Of course it is.”

Both Nash and Max kiss their wives while Domenic hugs and kisses me again, “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

Before they are even out of the driveway, I begin pacing. This is worse terror than the snake without a doubt. I know how capable Domenic is, but if I know my father, they’ll be walking into a well-armed warehouse. There will be guns on top of guns with an army of men holding them.

Willow walks over and takes my hands in hers, “Our husbands know what they are doing, yours included. I promise, they’ll be fine. I used to worry too but you get used to it. Want a drink?”

I nod, “Yes, something strong.”

“Have you had a Singapore Sling?” Ivy asks.

“A what?”

She giggles as she takes my hand and pulls me into the kitchen, “A Singapore Sling. Willow makes them better than any bartender.”

I shrug, “I’ll try it.”

A few minutes later, Willow sets three drinks down on the counter, “They look so pretty.” She even garnished them with cherries and an orange slice. Tentatively, I pick mine up and take a sip. I’m not a big drinker but I moan out loud, “This is so good!”

“Told you,” Ivy squeals, “Now tell us everything there is to know about the devil.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

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