Page 62 of DeLuca: The Devil

We sit in the back of the car, and my wife gazes at me with that adoring look she gets, “Thank you.”

I pull her onto my lap, “Thank you, Bellissima. Before you, my life was a cold place. You waltzed in and brought the sun with you. I can’t promise you every day will be easy. However, I can promise you, I’ll always do everything in my power to keep you safe and happy.”

She runs her hands through my hair as she kisses me and then groans when Marc announces we are home.

After a wonderful two weeks with my stunning wife, we have arrived back home. I’m surprised to find my brother Dante in my great room, pacing back and forth like a madman.

“Dante? What the hell are you doing here?”

He throws his hands up in the air, “Do you not know how to use a fucking cell phone? Why do you have one?”

I arch an eyebrow. Nobody speaks to me this way apart from my wife. Everyone else knows better, especially Dante. He’s been on the top of my shit list for years now. Normally, he’s very careful about his tone with me, so I know something big is up.

“Dante, what’s going on?”

He runs his hands through his hair, “He’s gone. Fucking gone.”

I shake my head, “Who?”

“Damian,” he shouts, “Damian has been taken.”

Giada stands, looking on, I can see the sheer terror on her face because she knows what comes next-another mob war. I survived the last, we all did, but this time we may not be so lucky.

I walk over to her, kiss her on the head, “Everything will be fine. I’ll be out soon.”

“Dante.”

He follows me to my office, where we both take a seat.

“What do we know?”

Dante sighs audibly, “It’s the Bianchi’s. This must be revenge for what you did to Enzo.”

My little brother glares at me, “You should have taken them all out but all you cared about was what was done to your wife. As the head of this family, you should’ve seen it coming.”

Drake walks into my office, “Enough. This bullshit won’t get Damian back.”

I slam my fist into my desk, “Fuck!”

My brother Damian and I are the closest out of all of us. I cannot lose him. I wouldn’t survive it.

“Tonight. We storm the Bianchi compound. We find our brother and wipe every mother-fucking-Bianchi off the planet.”

The Saint

To be continued in De Luca: The Saint

De Luca: The Saint

Blurb:

Katherina Kennedy, collateral damage

Fear. Agony. Heaven.

Two things I am assured by knowing him and one I am owed for the life I lived before.

I thought my time in his sinful hands was far behind me, but I’m taken and thrown into a basement, where I hope for the bright light to take away the pain. With all the pieces coming together, there are decisions to be made, ones that will lead to someone’s demise, but the end result is all the same, with me far more broken than I ever was.

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