Page 39 of De Luca: The Saint

Chapter Twenty-Six

Kat

Damian carries my exhausted body upstairs to the bedroom, lays me in bed before getting in beside me, and pulling my body to his. Maybe I need to join a gym because I find his sexual aerobics exhausting but delicious. I lay in his arms, my head on his shoulder, while I trace the rose tattoo on his shoulder. This right here is my happy place. I never expected any of this, but I’m happy for the first time in my life. There are a lot of unknowns, but this much I know.

I start thinking about everything that transpired tonight. Me leaving, going to the strip club, the revolting customer, Damian, and my brain starts working overtime.

“How did you know I was at the strip club?”

He kisses me on the forehead, “My intel guy. I told you Kitty Kat; I’ll always find you.”

I take a deep breath before asking the next question, fearful of the true answer I know I’ll get. You can say a lot about Damian, but he’s always honest.

“Did you hurt that guy?”

He tucks my hair behind my ear, “It doesn’t matter, Kitty Kat.”

I freeze, “It matters to me, Damian.”

Shrugging unapologetically, he says, “Not really. I hit him, but no, I didn’t hurt him badly.”

“Damian,” I growl, taking a page from his book.

“If you’re worried about him hurting you, he won’t. He has been taken care of.”

I dart onto my knees and glare at him, “What does that mean?”

Again, he shrugs like this is a completely normal conversation, “My brother eliminated him. He’s dead.”

Jumping off the bed, I begin to freak out while Damian appears to be quite relaxed, “Why!”

Again, he shrugs nonchalantly, “He touched what’s mine. There is only one way that ends.”

Oh my God! Is he for real? If he shrugs his shoulders one more time, I’m going to explode. Hell, I might anyway. “You killed a man for coming into a strip club and getting what he paid for.”

He shakes his head, “No. That man was going to rape you while you were unconscious.”

I stand with my hands on my hips, glaring at him, “You killed him because he touched what’s mine. Do you realize how insane that sounds? So, any man that ever touches me dies?”

He nods, “Yes, Angel. That’s how it works in my world.”

I open the dresser and grab a shirt and jeans that I left behind. I took all my bras and panties with me, so this will have to do. After grabbing shoes and putting them on, I run down the stairs hearing Damian scream after me, “Fuck! Wait. Angel please.”

I don’t wait. I’ve heard enough. This man is insane. I open the front door and dart out into the pouring rain. I reach the main street with Damian following behind me, wearing nothing other than gray sweatpants.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I shout over the booming thunder. The earth is as angry as I am tonight. It sounds like World War Three in heaven, or God is furious for me. The angel’s shedding thousands of tears.

Damian reaches for me, but I jump back, “Don’t. I can’t.”

I turn and walk away from my beating heart. My tears mix with the rain. My face is drenched, but I don’t know how much is from my cries and what’s from the storm. With every step I take, I get further from my Damian. My Sir. My love. I love him with every part of me, but I can’t have people dying because they touched me.

He was going to rape me, maybe. But he didn’t. Why did he have to die? This is impossible. If I’m honest with myself, I knew this would happen. The moment I let him inside my body, I knew this wouldn’t end well. It’s why I tried to keep my heart out of it. I’m convinced hundreds of women have fallen in love with him, dozens at least. It’s impossible not to. He’s the perfect mixture of sweet and sin.

By the time I realized what I was headed for, it was much too late. He let me walk away. Does this mean I’ll never see him again? I fall to my knees on the busy street. The breaths come short and heavy. With the thought that this is it and I’ll never look into those eyes again or feel his touch, my heart is cracked wide open, leaving an empty field of ruin in its place.

Damian De Luca ruined me more than once. The destruction is real. The consequences of loving him are greater than any I’ve ever paid.

Briefly, I wonder if anybody has ever died from a broken heart because I might be dying of one now. Some people might think that since I’m the one who ended things, I’m not hurt, but I am. The woman I was a brief time ago is dead. Damian crushed her until all the life left her body.

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