Page 24 of Dare To Love Me


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LUCA

It was still before noon and I had only gotten a couple hours of sleep before I woke, ready to take care of some business from the night before. I woke up angrier than I had in a long time. Well, I was always angry but, this was all consuming anger that boiled my blood.

Last night and the Becka situation were on rerun in my head. It should have never happened. I was so mad I could chew glass and not feel the pain. And more then willing to personally punish the person responsible. I needed to let off some steam or I would explode.

After a fast shower I got dressed and called Nico.

“Nico.” He answered on the first ring.

“Who was on duty at the warehouse door at Ecstasy last night?’

“Jake.”

“Pick him up. Meet me at Ecstasy.”

“On it.” He hung up.

Petal to the floor I drove like a mad man to the club and stormed in like a hurricane, ready to destroy anything that stepped into my path. I entered the back door of the warehouse, slipping off my jacket as I went. A pair of leather gloves I grabbed from my stash at home felt all too right as I put them on.

Nico stood with Jake as I approached. Jake stood in the exact same spot where we had tortured the Russian. The blood was completely gone. Not a single trace of what had happened left.

I mentally commended the cleaning crew on their excellent work.

Jakes eyes were wide as they took me in. He looked like he was about to shit his pants. Jake was a big guy, not taller than my six feet two inches, but wide and build strong. Right now he cowered like a toddler.

Nico watched with anticipation.

Anger flooded my veins like lava, searing me from the inside out. My jaw clenched tight enough to shatter as I bore down on Jake. There you are motherfucker. I tossed my coat to Nico.

“Luca I’m…”

I didn’t give him a chance to finish. My fist caught him across the cheek with a loud, crack. I hammered him with my fists. My punches were precise and powerful, inflicting the most pain possible. Face, stomach, kidneys. I punished every vital organ he had.

“You worthless piece-of-shit!” I roared. “Do you have any idea what your fuck-up caused?” My voice shook the walls.

Jake was spitting blood, heaving for air as he writhed at my feet.

“You had one job! ONE JOB! Never leave the door.” I swung again, unleashing more of my fury on him. A series of deadly blows that seemed to have no end. Then I stopped, heaving for breath.

Jake lay unconscious at my feet, but alive.

“Get him to the doctor,” I ordered Nico.

Retrieving my coat I headed for my office. As much as I wanted to kill Jake, a storm was brewing and we would need every man we had.

I entered my office bathroom and slammed the door. Putting my hands on the counter, I took deep, steadying breaths. I needed to calm down and rein myself in. Half my outrage had been about the screw up, the other half was my rage over Becka. Her life was now ripped from her, and everything she knew was going to change because a dumbass couldn’t guard a damn door.

Maybe I should go put a bullet in his head and deal with the loss of manpower.

Lifting my head, I looked at my reflection. Covered in blood again, another suit ruined. Not that I gave a shit about my suit, I had a million of them. What bothered me was how it made me think of the night before. Of how Becka looked at me when she had seen the blood all over me. It wasn’t anger or fear. It was pity.

I’m an evil piece-of-shit. A monster that deserved nothing but the same fate that I served to so many others. Sure they had all been terrible human beings. But did it matter?

Would that matter to her? Probably not. And why should it?

A woman like Becka could never have feelings for a man like me. And I didn’t deserve them. What have I gotten myself into? Spending the rest of my life married to a woman who didn’t love me was what I always expected. It was the story of almost every mafia marriage. We didn’t marry for love. We married for power and lustful possession, and not the romantic kind.

It was rare to find love in a world like this. And all that would have been fine before, as long as I had a warm body to fuck every night and she played the part of a mafia wife.

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