Page 91 of Devoted

“Killed. Luca. So I suggest you go and blow off some steam. Get her the fuck out of your system. She’s gone forever. She will never be yours. Because you, Luca, are mine. I won’t let that little slut take everything I’ve worked so hard for,” she seethes, darkness flashing through her eyes.

My jaw ticks. Who does she think she is?

Leaning down, my frame now towers over her.

“And do you know what calling her a slut will get you?” I growl.

She squints her eyes at me, and I lean down so my lips brush against her ear. “Killed. Maria. With my bare hands. You are inmyfucking home. You are marrying me. You will do and behave as I say from now on. If one more word comes out of your mouth about Rosa, I will end you. Do you understand?”

She sucks in a breath and takes a step back.

I’mdone listening to her. For weeks now, I’ve let her walk around my home like it’s hers. Thinking she has one over on me because she is a Capri. Well, enough is enough.

Straightening myself, I pat down my suit jacket.

“Glad we cleared that up. I won’t be home tonight,” I say, heading towards the door, leaving her standing with her mouth hanging open.

“We’ll see,” I hear her mutter behind me.

As soon as I open the door, I light my cigarette and take a deep breath, letting the chemicals burn down my throat.

Rosa.

Digging my phone back out, I scroll and find her name in my contact list and click the dial button. It cuts off, telling me the number I called hasn’t been recognized.

I find Frankie’s number, and he answers on the first ring.

“Luca. To what do I owe this pleasure on a Sunday morning?”

“Two things. First, we’ve had a hit on one of our containers down at the docks. I’m heading there now.”

“What?”

“Yep–you coming?” I ask.

He groans. “I’m just in the middle of a little fuck session with Lacy and Katrina—”

“Hey, my name is Cathy!” a woman shouts in the background.

The line muffles. “I don’t give a fuck what your name is. If you don’t shut up, I will gag you.”

I clear my throat, hoping to remind him I’m still listening.

There’s a shuffling sound before I hear his voice get closer to the receiver again. “Sorry about that, yes, I will meet you there.”

“Fine. Grayson’s on his way. Don’t wind him up today.”The last thing I need is those two at each other’s throats.

“I’ll try. I don’t know when he’s going to get over it. I mean, even his wife likes me, for fuck’s sake. Should I let him take a free ride at my face, get it out of his system? He’s so emotional.” I hear a smack come through the phone and a garbled woman’s moan.

I raise my eyebrows. Now that isn’t a bad idea. Stick them both in the boxing ring, let Grayson beat his ass.

“That could work. Anyway, I got Rosa’s invitation.” I try to keep my tone neutral.

“You remember Dante? Our new guy?”he grunts.

Anger bubbles within me.

“The asshole who didn’t speak? Doesn’t seem like Rosa’s type, and isn’t he older?”

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