Page 6 of The DeLuca Crime Family: Vol. 1

“Among other sources,” Antonio confirmed. “I wouldn’t put too much stock in it if it were only that booze hound. But his information is usually correct and when I heard the same from an informant, I knew we needed to take it seriously.”

“An informant?” Brandon repeated incredulously.

There wasn’t much Brandon didn’t know about family business, but the fact that we’d been approached by someone in the O’Reilly family six months before was one of them. My uncle and I were contacted by someone wanting out and in exchange for our help, she agreed to spend some time acting as our informant. We would never have asked it of her, but she was anxious to boot her father out of his place as the head of the organization so she would be completely free of his tyrannical reign when she finally left.

As much as I trusted Brandon, I wasn’t willing to risk anyone knowing about Carly. Her position was too precarious and the information she provided too vital. But with the way things were moving, I knew it was time to bring him in.

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you before now, brother, but I wanted to keep the circle as small as possible. It’s Grady’s daughter Carly, and the situation is so fucked up, we need your help.”

He nodded, aware that being the number two meant he didn’t have to deal with one hundred percent of the bullshit, but always willing to help lighten mine and Antonio’s load.

“I’m moving someone in with me on Saturday. I’m going to have my hands full with her”—I was aware of the double meaning in that statement, and Antonio’s smirk said he was too—“as well as protection for Sophia and my mother.”

Brandon’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “You decided Sophia needs a live-in nanny? Are you crazy? You’ll have a full-time job just keeping her away from the family business.”

“It’s going to be her family soon too”—Brandon’s face went slack with surprise—“but you’re right, for the moment, I’d like to keep her clear of it all. That’s why I need your help. I can’t help feeling as though the shit is about to hit the fan. I need you to become Carly’s shadow. If you get even the tiniest whiff thatshe’s blown, pull her out and get her into hiding. She’s more than earned our protection.”

He nodded, still looking a little shell-shocked. “Whatever you need, man. You know I’ll get it done.” We both stood to shake hands, our free ones rapping each other on the back a couple of times.

“Let me get Gianna settled, then I want you to come and meet her. If I bring you over too soon, you’ll scare the fuck out of her,” I jibed. Brandon flipped me the bird and loped out of the room, laughing.

“So,” Antonio drawled, drawing my attention, “moving her in so soon?” His grin betrayed his lack of surprise.

“Mammaisn’t happy about the sleeping arrangements, but she’ll have to live with it until I get Gianna to marry me.”

This time, he did register a little shock. “You’re moving her into your room?”

“Not on Saturday,” I explained. “But I fully intend to get her pregnant as soon as possible, so those arrangements won’t last long.”

Antonio burst out laughing. “Such a DeLuca,” he muttered through his guffawing.

I shrugged with a grin. “So they tell me.”

I stopped abruptlyand stared at the most perfect ass in the world. Gianna was bent over, putting a few things in a bottom drawer of the oak dresser in her new room. All day, I’d been forced to endure the sight of her long legs in skin-tight yoga pants and a t-shirt that kept slipping off of her shoulder to reveal a lemon yellow bra strap. I’d forced down the need to punch everyone else who got a glimpse of her creamy skin.

We had just finished unloading the last of her boxes, and I’d come up to make sure she was settling in all right. My eyes strayed to the queen size bed on the far wall, it was a far cry from the oversized king in my bedroom, but it was still tempting as hell. Especially since Sophia was spending the night with herNonna.

“Gianna.”

She yelped, jumping to her feet and spinning around. Her hand flew to her chest, drawing my attention to her incredible tits as they lifted and fell with her rapid breathing.

“Jiminy Crickets, Nic! You scared the heck out of me!”

I chuckled and shook my head as I prowled toward her. She was too fucking adorable and I never wanted her to change. Well, with the exception of bringing out the inner tigress I knew would be there in the bedroom.

Her eyes widened to saucers as I closed in on her, but she didn’t back away or break eye contact. Her pink little tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I was fucking gone. Slipping my hands around her waist I pulled her flush against my body.

“You tempt me beyond all reason,mia dolce.” I lowered my head to place my lips gently on her neck and my hands traveled farther down until I cupped her round ass in my palms. “I didn’t like everyone seeing what is for my eyes only, Gianna,” I murmured, nipping at her skin. She shuddered with a gasp, and I smiled as I ran my nose up to her ear.

“Y-yours?” she questioned.

I clenched my hands tight and shoved my pelvis into her, showing her just how much I wanted her. “Yes, Gianna. Mine,” I growled. “I think these...pants”—I said the word with derision—“need to be disposed of.”

Leaning back a little, I scanned her face to gauge her reaction to my blatant claim on her. I would slow down if I needed to, however, there was no way I was letting her go. She looked alittle dazed, but her mossy-green eyes were swirling with desire. Yes, my sweet Gianna wanted me every bit as much as I craved her.

This time, when my head bent down, I brushed my lips over hers, before running my tongue along the seam of her lips. Her little gasp gave me my opening and I plunged my tongue into the warm recesses of her mouth. Just thinking about how much hotter her pussy would be around my cock had the zipper of my jeans digging into my erection.

My hands still firmly on her ass, I lifted her and set her on the dresser, moving to stand between her legs. Our mouths danced, our moans the only sounds in the otherwise quiet room. I was ready to take her right then, to sink myself deep inside her pussy, and hopefully, leave her with a little part of me. Except, if I was right, she was an innocent, and I knew she wouldn’t be ready yet.

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