Page 29 of Marco DeLuca


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“You can do it. I won’t let you go. Marco, you’re stronger than this. Just believe.”

“I let her down, Massimo.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did,” I grunt.

“Marco! Perché l’hai fatto?” my father accuses when he’s had enough.

I find strength and pull myself to my full height for the first time. The rage is flaring, burning brightly at full capacity, and the dark energy takes over when I look at my father.

“I did not do this! You always cared more about her than me! In everything, it was always about their family. You never cared what I wanted! I was your son, and you sold me out like a slave to the highest bidder!”

“Explain this!”

“I can’t!”

“How can’t you? Where were you when this happened? Why is she not in the master suite?” my father demands.

“Why weren’t you sleeping in here with her? How could someone get past this armed fortress? How didn’t you hear someone doing this to her?”

I stare back at him, fighting the urge to say, “Vaffanculo, Padre!” If I say that, then it’s all over.

“Where were you, Marco?”

“I wasn’t here,” I grit out.

“Were you in that whore’s bed?” my father’s shadow sneers.

I glare at him. How the fuck does he even know about Serena? I thought none of them knew, but Alessandro proved me wrong earlier. Now my father, too?

“Has everything been taken care of?” my father asks, turning to Alessandro when I refuse to answer.

“Yes, sir. Waiting for the team to tell me what’s on the camera feed. After that, we need to call this in. Can’t wait much longer, or we’re going to look suspicious,” Alessandro says.










CHAPTER 8 – MARCO

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