Page 56 of DeLuca: The Devil

Smiling at her, I say, “Yes, Bellissima. Of course.”

Walking over to us she kicks Anthony Baretti in the face before approaching Bianchi and kicking him in the nuts.

“I win, you lose. Rot in fucking hell!” She screams.

Then she turns and walks over to me, “I’m done, Dom. I’ll be upstairs. I’m not wasting another moment of my time on these two pieces of shit. It’s over. I’m fine.”

I grab her arm gently, “I’ll be there in a few minutes. You still want it done the same way?”

She smiles, “Yes. Thank you, husband.”

After kissing her gently, I smile, “My pleasure, little Wife. I’ll always kill for you. One day they’ll all learn. Touch what’s mine and you burn.”

Once she leaves in the elevator, I glance at Max, “The cages?”

“In the other room. They are bolted to the wall. It’ll take at least two of us to get each of them in.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

DOMENIC

Trevor and Hunter drag Baretti into the one cage. Max and I go to Bianchi, release him from the cross, and drag him into the other room.

He has more fight in him than Anthony. He tries to overpower us but loses quickly.

We laugh as we drag his pathetic ass to the other cage. We get both in, I reach in with Mia’s knife and slash several spots on Baretti, then do the same with Bianchi. They scream and cry like whiny bitches. With the way Baretti has been hiding for so long, I thought he’d be begging for his life, but it’s hard to beg for your life when your tongue has been cut out. That’s okay, the tears running down his face are enjoyable enough for me.

I grin at him, “Cat got your tongue?”

Bianchi, on the other hand, won’t shut up, “Please. Don’t. Even the devil was an angel.”

I chuckle loudly, “Even the devil was an angel? You’ve got me wrong; I was never an angel. I can also assure you; I am not the son of God. People take shit too literally.”

Max leaves and comes back with the cage of rats, while Trevor grabs the torch. When they come back, I place three rats in each cage with them. Then, I fire up the torch to heat the metal. Fleeing the heat, the rats will begin to devour their bloody meals. It won’t happen fast. It’ll be perfect. Slow. Painful. Excruciating.

I glance at Enzo, “You should be thanking me. It could’ve been snakes.”

Max says, “I’ll let you know when they’re dead. You’ll need to get your men on cleanup. I’m not dealing with this shit.”

I laugh and slap his shoulder, “Not a problem. Thank you for your help.”

He laughs, “Anytime. I owed you after, Willow.”

I nod silently. I helped Max when all their women were taken. His wife had been raped; I have always wished we could’ve found them faster to prevent that. I didn’t help him, so he’d owe me a favor. And I know he would’ve helped with this whether he felt he owed a debt to me or not. We’ve become friends and this is what friends do.

We walk together to the elevator while we hear the echo of Bianchi’s screams and I grin with satisfaction, “It would be something if we could see each other without killing people.”

He nods, “I bet our wives would like that.”

I press the button for the elevator and shake my head, “You mean the smut club?”

We all laugh like one big, twisted, found family. And to think it all started by me letting Nash go. I still think it’s weird he’s married to his sister. It gives new meaning to the term sister wife. Who am I to judge? I kidnapped my wife and forced her to marry me. Best worst decision I’ve ever made.

The elevator doors slide open, and I’m greeted by my stunning wife, “Is it over?”

I lean down and kiss her hard, “It’s over, Bellissima.”

“What now?” She giggles, as I kiss her neck repeatedly.

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