Page 15 of DeLucas After Dark

Was it wrong that I was getting so much pleasure from spending his money on a wedding I knew would never happen? I didn’t care one bit. That’s what he got for plotting to hurt my family and using me to do it.

JOHNNY LIP

Sheree was getting out of control with her spending. I was well off, but I didn’t want to waste my money on a fake wedding. It was as if the bridezilla gene kicked in and suddenly the sweet girl I was used to disappeared. In her place was a greedy, money spending harpy who didn’t know the meaning of the word budget.

It was ridiculous to spend thousands of dollars on lemon trees that would only be used for one day. And they couldn’t be just any lemon trees. Oh no, they had to be purchased from the same farm that sold the trees to the restaurant where we met. Who the fuck cared? It was a fucking lemon!

And if I had to answer one more question about which shade of yellow, I liked the best, I was going to scratch my eyes out of my own head. For fuck’s sake, aren’t they all the same? What man in their right mind would willingly go through this and expect to get a happily ever after in the end?

My fantasy of choking the shit out of her was interrupted when she touched my arm. Those big brown eyes would make a normal man melt. I said normal. I wasn’t that. The only thing those eyes made me want to do was commit a violent crime. I smiled as sweetly as I could and looked down at her.

“I want to charter a private jet for our flight back to the States.”

This bitch has lost her ever-loving mind. There was no way I would pay for a private plane. At this point, I thought she was just wasting money. They say it happens to people who have never had privileges of the wealthy. As soon as they get a little glimpse of what is available, they go hog wild.

“Absolutely not! I’ve let you have your way with the wedding because it’s your dream, but I draw the line with private planes. You can fly commercially, or you can take a slow boat. Your choice.”

She pouted a bit but logged onto the website and booked two international flights. Don’t think I missed that she chose business class instead of coach. I would let her have that. We were in the thick of the holiday season, so we were lucky to find two available seats on the same plane. Somehow, Sheree was able to finagle two pods even though they weren’t right next to each other. That was fine with me.

“Sheree, hurry up. You know it takes an hour to get to Naples on the ferry. If we miss it, we’ll have to reschedule our flight.”

“I’m coming! Just double checking that I have everything, since I won’t be coming back to this house. Can you please grab my dress? It’s on the couch in the living room.”

What the hell was I, the concierge? I rolled my eyes and snagged the heavy ass dress from the couch. This was going to be a bitch to travel with. There was no way Sheree would allow it to be checked. That meant I would be schlepping it throughout the airports.

I was thankful to find that we had been separated on the plane. For the next thirteen hours, I would be free from the talk about the wedding, bridal showers, vows, and anything else that she droned on about.

“Oh, Giorgio did you see we aren’t sitting together? I am so upset.”

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll just be across the way. Have a good flight and I’ll see you when we land.”

I acted disappointed, but inside I was doing a happy dance. Being around her was starting to drive me insane. The separation would do me good. I could plot my revenge on Nicolo without any interruption from Sheree.

Something really changed with her since we got engaged. She became overwhelmingly annoying. We went from seeing each other every day to three times a week. Even that was a stretch for me. It must be a thing with women. Too bad for her that the wedding she meticulously planned would never happen.

Her cousins would be dead soon. I would love to see her stupid face when she realized that I was the culprit. The amount of guilt she would feel would probably cause her to kill herself. I relaxed in my pod and dreamed of the way I was going to destroy the DeLucas.

When we landed at Charlotte Douglas Airport, I could hardly contain myself. This was really happening. I would soon have my hands around the throat of Simone DeLuca and see Nicolo’s head explode while he watched. Just the thought made my cock hard. This was going to be the best Christmas ever.

I needed to be careful being back in the States. No doubt the family’s security would be ramped up. For this reason, I needed to send Sheree to her cousin’s home alone.

“Sheree, I just checked my messages and there is some urgent business I need to take care of.”

“Are you serious? We just got here. My family is expecting to meet you face to face.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but this can’t wait. You take the driver to your family’s home and when I am finished, I will meet you there.”

“Alright but you have to make all of the important events. You are scheduled for your tuxedo fitting at 1PM and then the guys want to take you out for a get to know you lunch. You’re supposed to meet at Simone and Nicolo’s house. The rehearsal dinner is at 7PM sharp. Don’t be late!”

“I will be there.”

“Alright, Giorgio. I’ll send you a reminder text. I even put the appointments on your calendar with all the addresses and a contact number for Nicolo. He is so excited to meet you.”

“No problem. I’ll reach out to him. Have fun with your family. I won’t be long.”

Since we were supposed to get married tomorrow, I had to make my move tonight. I needed to do a little recon before showing my face at Nicolo’s home. It seems he had moved since the last time I was here, and I needed to study the layout of his new house. This would be the last time Sheree saw her beloved Giorgio. Johnny Lip was making his appearance from this point forward.

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