Page 65 of De Luca: The Saint

“I wish you wouldn’t. This is important to me.”

While I’m pretty sure I know what the announcement is, I don't say another word. If this is important to Domenic, it’s important to me, and I want him to tell everybody however he wants to.

“I have to pick up Kat and then we’ll head over.”

He slaps my shoulder, “Alright man, see you then. For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re bringing Kat. I’ve never seen you so fucked up over a woman, so I know she matters.”

Running my hand through my beard, I say, “She does matter. I’m going to fucking marry that girl.”

Chuckling, he walks away, “Fall to your knees crying, ladies. Damian De Luca is off the market.”

I pull on my clean shirt and get ready to leave.

Domenic started bringing a change of clothes whenever we get our hands dirty because while his wife knows exactly what we do he doesn’t feel like he needs to rub it in her face. She’s not exactly a fan of mafia work. While she accepts it, she doesn’t always handle it well.

I feel the same way about Kat. I’m not going to lie to her, but I don’t need to showcase it, either. The less she’s upset, the better. Once I take a second look and ensure I’m not wearing blood, I grab my keys and walk out of the warehouse. When I step outside into the slightly cool air, I spot my driver, Ryan waiting for me. I could drive myself tonight, but I chose not to because I don’t want to have to focus on the road instead of Kat.

Domenic always says the bigger they are, the harder they fall. He’s not wrong.

I fell fast and hard for Katherina. They say nobody’s perfect. We are all flawed human beings, but she’s pretty fucking close.

I give Ryan the address and text her when we’re on our way.

I’m on my way.

Good. I missed you. By the way,

I’ve been wondering…

Wondering what?

Don’t leave me hanging.

What color panties do you like best?

You better be joking.

Is that how I get back down to the dungeon?

Panties are the key?

We’re pulling up to your apartment.

If you’re wearing panties,

I suggest you take them off.

I get out of the car and walk up the stairs with one thing on my mind, her panties. Knocking on her door, I hear her yell, “Come in.”

When I open the door and walk in, she’s wearing a tight little black dress and a mischievous grin, “Hello, Sir.”

I walk over to her, run my fingers through her hair, and yank her head back, “Are you wearing panties right now, Katherina?”

She whimpers but doesn’t answer me.

I run my free hand up her thigh until I find the offending material.

“Did I tell you, no panties?”

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