Page 64 of De Luca: The Saint

He chuckles as he grabs my ass, “Hundreds, baby. Maybe thousands. Every man who has ever looked at you dies.”

Leaning forward, I kiss his chest, “I can assure you; I am not the prize you think I am.”

“You’re the most coveted award, Kitty Kat. No one else will ever own you because I’ll do whatever it takes to win you, time and time again.”

He kisses me quickly, “I have to go. I’ll pick you up at six. Don’t wear panties.”

I stare at him in shock, “What? Damian, I’m not going to your brother's house without underwear.”

Stepping out of the shower, he grabs a towel and begins drying off as he narrows his gaze, “If you’re wearing panties, you will be punished.”

I pull my lip between my teeth and wonder what he’s up to. After I release it, I grin, “Yes, Sir.”

He shakes his head, “I need to go before I’m inside you again.”

Damian leaves the room, and I giggle like a schoolgirl with her first crush. Stepping out of the bathtub, I dry off quickly and get dressed. When I walk to my living room, I find Damian is gone. Part of me is sad, but I understand he has things to do. I feel better knowing I’ll see him tonight. I hate being a needy girl, but I just got him back. I wasn’t ready for him to leave, then again, I’m not sure I ever would be.

Before messaging the girls in our group chat, I get my coffee going. Why does it feel like it takes forever to brew when you’re making that first cup of coffee? I stand staring at my coffee pot, willing it to fill my coffee cup faster, when I spot one of my notebooks on the counter. I leave my coffee maker in peace and walk over to the paper with a pen sitting on top of it. Did I leave that there? I don’t think I did. I move the pen and read what’s written.

Kitty Kat,

Thank you for last night. It was more than I expected. You are more than I ever expected. I’ll be thinking about you today as I always am. Be a good girl and do as you're told. I wasn’t joking when I said no panties.

All my love,

Damian

My heart squeezes from reading his words.

Two years ago, I left him because of his life. Our worlds were too different, but now I don’t care. I’ll learn to live with the things he does or turn a blind eye because I don’t think I could live without him now. I definitely don’t want to. He makes me feel something I never felt before, and I’m not prepared to lose it.

I haven’t changed so drastically, that I think killing people is okay unless under dire circumstances. Maybe I need to talk to Willow. I know she struggled with Max taking lives when they first started dating. She might have some advice on how to accept him as he is without abandoning my beliefs in the process.

I read his note again, with a goofy smile on my face, and then sigh as I grab my cup of hot goodness. After pouring in a little bit of sweet cream, I take my first sip. Oh, that’s good. I do this every day, but that first sip always tastes amazing. I take it with me to my sofa, curl up, and text the girls. I know they’re chomping at the bit. None of them will believe it when I tell them Damian was Matthew.

Chapter Forty-Four

Damian

I spent the day helping Domenic with a situation. I never expected Troy to come back to Devil after he got the shit kicked out of him for touching Kat, but he did. I knew I should’ve killed that fucker that night. I didn't because she didn’t even want me to beat him. Apparently, he came back and raped one of our waitresses in the stock room. None of us were there at the time, but when Cole informed Domenic, Troy was apprehended quickly.

Domenic texted me last night, telling me he needed me with him today. He didn’t say why, and frankly, I’m glad he didn’t interrupt my night with Kat.

Troy and his buddies are now dead. It wasn’t quick or painless, but they deserved it. Nobody comes into our establishments and hurts our employees, especially women.

We’re both cleaning up, washing the blood from our hands, and changing our shirts that got a little messy. Domenic asks, “You still coming tonight?”

I nod, “Yeah, but I’m bringing Kat.”

His eyes snap to mine in the mirror, “Seriously?”

I can’t help the grin at shocking my brother, “Seriously. I spent the night at her apartment last night.”

“Good.”

He dries his hands, “We’ll be making an announcement tonight.”

Domenic tosses me the towel, and I dry my hands, “Should I guess?”

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