Page 14 of Tammaro DeLuca

“There is a company, you know them. Puff Real Estate.”

“I do.” They were one of our biggest clients.

“They’ve fucked with the wrong man. As of Monday, we’re dropping them as clients because your marriage to that man prevents only one bombshell from happening. They are trying to pursue his property by whatever means they can to take him out of the game. The property he owns is worth millions and if Puff can build on it, they stand to earn billions. Not everything that they do is legal to gain properties and they don’t care who they hurt to get it done. We’ve made a lot of money with them, but as of Monday, no more. I’m getting old and I can’t keep all their skeletons in the closet for them anymore. It’s time for them to figure out things on their own.” He sighed, appearing much older than his age. “I’m tired.” He admitted.

“It’s done.” Jeremy said as he walked back in. “Yolanda, I know we ended things on a sour note. I just want you to know it doesn’t change that I’ve always considered you to be a good woman. You don’t deserve to be caught in all this.”

“But I am.” I scoffed.

“You are.” He tapped the folder he’d dropped in front of me before he left. “Did you look at it?”

“No. I was talking to my father.” I opened it and my heart dropped to my feet.

“Meet Tammaro DeLuca. Son of Tommaso DeLuca. Siblings Beniamino, Massimo, Martina, and Dante.” Jeremy said. “Let’s not leave out that he’s your new husband.”

I knew that face. It was pressed between my thighs all night in a hotel that he’d taken me to. We’d gone all night long, and I’d only left him this morning because of my father’s call. I sighed for a lot of reasons. The other day at the coffee shop, I’d promised myself that I was going to slow down with him. I knew if I kept up at this pace, something bad was going to happen. It had, and in the worst way.

He was blackmailing my father and causing us to lose one of the biggest clients we had. I didn’t know how we were going to take a hit this big and not crumble. The amount of hours that we billed them monthly was remarkable, and I didn’t doubt that the loss was much more than my father would admit to me.

As Jeremy was going through the file of stuff that they’d dug up on Ro, I felt sick to my stomach. Did Simone know about all this? Was it a setup that she was in on as well? Didn’t matter, since she was off on her honeymoon, did it? How fucking convenient. Feeling like I was being played by everybody, the room grew small and I was having issues breathing. Simone, Beniamino, Massimo, Ro, Jeremy, and worst of all, my father were all conspiring for their own personal gain, leaving me as the scapegoat and the prize for the enemy. Maybe I was looking at this all wrong. Instead of feeling victimized, I needed to find the power in this game and own it. There had to be a way out of this with him or…

My thoughts died suddenly when I saw a picture that Jeremy explained was Tommaso and Ro. He was a young man, one I knew. I couldn’t forget that summer. It was the one that I’d gotten pregnant with, Asmaria, my daughter. Funny how things were coming full circle. I’d looked for him for a long time. I checked the hotel I knew he was staying at, but without the room number, I had gotten nowhere fast. For weeks I sat outside of it hoping that he’d appear.

All I knew was that his name was Mar. It wasn’t much to go on. At least this time when I’d fucked him, I’d known he was related to the DeLucas. That didn’t matter when I was drunk and getting my back blown out. I hadn't thought about it since then because I knew I wanted nothing serious. So, what if he sold drugs? Keeping it simple kept me out of harm’s way. Now, it’d been dumped at my doorstep in so many ways that I wanted to go back in time and never met either version of him. Not the sweet kid that talked me into that first date, and definitely not the one that was the best screw I’ve ever had. No, I’d never admit that to him, either.

Tammaro DeLuca. Ro. Mar. My daughter’s father. The man blackmailing my father. A pain in my motherfucking ass. I stood up and took the folder with me. Not listening to anything that the two men behind me yelled, I got on the elevator, and went downstairs so I could call the piece of shit man and tell him about himself.

When the elevator opened, Jeremy was standing there out of breath.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, brushing past him.

“I need to tell you what comes next.” He handed me a card with an address on the back of it. The front of it had a crown on it, and that was all. “You need to go to that place now.”

“And if I don’t?” I asked.

“He sold your condo, your things have been moved, and you need to get to this address before Asmaria gets there. That’s where her driver will take her to.”

“Her driver?” I frowned.

“Yes, you’re a DeLuca now, and that means you’re never safe. That means Asmaria isn’t either.”

The weight of what I’d agreed to was so heavy on my shoulders that I couldn’t breathe. I never planned for Asmaria to be a part of it. I didn’t mind being married to him, but I wanted to stay in my place to make sure she was safe. The more things were spinning out of control, the more regret and dislike for my father was growing.

“Tell my father I’ll never forgive him for this.” I told Jeremy as I exited the building.

There were two things nobody should ever mess with when it came to me. That was my daughter and my money. Ro had done both in a matter of minutes. I’d go to this address, but he better be aware of the can of worms he’d open. I wouldn’t be his pretty little wife. No, I was about to be hell on earth for him. He’d fucked with the wrong woman, and he was about to see that first hand.

TAMMARO

Isat waiting for Yolanda to get here. There wasn't much for me to say about how I'd spent the last seven days fucking her brains out, knowing that this moment was coming. Was I selfish? I guess. However, it wasn't part of the plan. Was she going to care about that when she found out? No. Could I have come clean at any moment? Yes. What fun was that, though? From the moment that she finds out that I'm blackmailing her father, we're officially enemies. Married, too.

The door swung open, and a pissed off Yolanda walked through the door. Her nostrils flared, her eyes squinted, and her lips bunched. There was smoke in her trail as she burned up the floor, walking my way. In a red sheer button-down shirt, she wore a red bra that made her tits sit up high, perked and ready for me to admire. Her denim pants flared at the bottom, covering red heels. Her lips were red and I could envision them wrapped around my dick as she sucked with that pretty mouth.

“You motherfucker!” She pointed her finger at me as she neared.

I strolled through the foyer as she spat off other bad things. I needed a smoke. Pacing, I tuned out whatever she was saying because seeing her so fired up was making my dick hard. Listening to her upset made me want to give her something else to do with her mouth.

“You knew!” she shouted.

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