Page 34 of Deathless & Divided

“Didn’t you have that job tonight?” Tommas asked. “Poletti and all?”

Damian shrugged. “Yeah, but you called, so …”

More important things.

Plus, the night wasn’t exactly over. Damian could still get the hit in if the Poletti man stuck to his normal schedule. There was a certain art to being a hitman, after all. Watching your victims and planning before you struck was an important piece to the puzzle. The chance of leaving something behind or fucking up lessened.

Damian Rossi didn’t know how to do messy.

“Terrance isn’t going to like that, I suppose,” Tommas said.

“I’ll get it done.”

Tommas snatched the tumbler full of red liquid from Abriella’s hand just as she tried to take another drink. “Oh, I think you’ve had enough, mia bella donna.”

“Go to hell, Tommy.”

“Goddamn, Ella, you know I lo—”

Damian turned on his heel and walked away before he had to hear something else he didn’t want or need to know. He quickly slipped into the crowd of club goers, searching through the unfamiliar faces for the one he knew.

He was pretty damn sure Lily wouldn’t appreciate him just showing up and ordering her out of the club, but she didn’t give him much of a choice, really. It wasn’t Lily’s fault, as far as he was concerned. Abriella and Evelina knew better than to be kicking it in a club owned by a Mafioso. Their parents and the Outfit expected those girls to be above reproach at all times. There couldn’t be a single reason for gossip to start spreading.

They weren’t fucking angels. Damian didn’t pretend they were, but he didn’t want to see them getting in any kind of trouble because they wanted to have a little fun, either. Lily, especially. Since she was Damian’s fiancée—technically—Tommas called him first instead of Lily’s brothers. Damian was supposed to be looking out for Lily, it was one of Dino’s requests, but his week had been swamped with getting his plan perfected to fulfill Terrance’s order on the Poletti man.

Lily fell through the cracks.

Damian figured she would be okay for one damn week, but apparently not.

Damian, bothered when the people all but swallowed him whole, moved to the wall and walked alongside the less crowded space as his gaze scanned the floor. When he did finally find Lily, something unfamiliar burned hot and fast through his stomach. It pooled there and threatened to overwhelm him with the sensation.

Lily danced with a man like they were cozy. His hands were on her body, grabbing at her waist and hip before traveling higher over the tight, black dress Lily wore. The guy’s hands might as well have been all over her, for fuck’s sake. The damn dress was short as fuck. Too short, maybe. Damian might have liked seeing the bodycon-style dress on her any other time, actually.

In fact, he might have really liked seeing her dance any other time, too.

Damian had to admit, Lily was one hell of a sexy sight.

She moved in time to the music perfectly, the sway and swell of her ass drawing in his gaze and holding it as the tempo picked up. With her hair in loose waves, the blonde strands covered her back and shoulders as she danced. A sly, almost coy, smile curved her lips into the sweetest grin while her dark eyes twinkled with a wicked gleam.

Yeah.

Sexy as fuck.

Her black dress hugged every curve. She showcased a toned, young figure made to fit a man’s hands. Not the ones holding her now, though.

Damian hadn’t expected to feel jealousy. Women weren’t property to be owned in his mind, even if the deal with Dino kind of put that situation on the table for him and Lily. Watching his fiancée dance with another man; seeing that man touch her … Damian couldn’t do that shit. Something in him burned like crazy, running straight out of control.

He decided in that moment, right then and fucking there, Lily DeLuca was his and she was damn well going to know it, too. Even if it took a bit of convincing to get her there.

When the man’s hand drove down Lily’s back, coming dangerously close to her ass as he pushed her smaller frame into his, Damian jolted forward. A harsh heat balled in his middle as his teeth and fists clenched.

“Whoa, too close,” Lily said, trying to take a step back from the guy.

She hadn’t even seen Damian coming.

Not yet, anyway.

“What the fuck do you mean, too close?” the guy asked. “We’re just dancing.”