Page 68 of Marco DeLuca


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Her blue eyes stretch wide, and she nods.

“Your husband wants to see you one last time before he dies. Figure I can grant him that one wish.”

“Eric? Where’s he?” she cries.

“You don’t get to ask fucking questions. Walk to that car at the end of the alley.”

“I...I...” she stammers.

I slap her.

“Do what the fuck I say before you get worse than that,” I growl as her hand goes to touch the red handprint on the left side of her face.

Despite the innocent victim role she’s playing, I know who this bitch is, and I know what she did.

She nods and begins to turn around slowly. I stay a few paces behind, refusing to get close enough for her to try fast moves. When we reach the end of the alley, I click the button on my key fob to open the trunk.

“Get in,” I growl.

“Please, Mister. I...I can’t take dark spaces or....”

“You’ll take what the fuck I say take, or you’ll be taking my cock down your throat and a bullet in your head,” I bluff.

Hell yeah, I’ll kill her, but I’m not into sharing my dick with anyone who isn’t a willing participant. The threat works so that’s all that matters. She climbs into the trunk, and I close it and hop inside the car. Just as I pull off, I see the back door to her restaurant begin to open.

The ride back is a twenty-minute drive. This time when Tony calls, I answer.

“Where the fuck are you, Marco?”

“Doing what the fuck you couldn’t.”

“Get your ass back here so we can do what we came to do and then get out of here.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes. You got a location yet?”

“No. Not really.”

“Tony, you and Ales are getting soft on me. I expected more from you,” I grunt as I hang up the phone.

When I pull up to the abandoned cabin in the woods, I head back inside and tell Nico and Massimo to join me outside.

“Cover this trunk while I open it,” I instruct.

“The fuck have you done, Marco?” Massimo asks, getting into position as he aims his gun at the trunk.

Nico nods, wanting the same answer. I unlock it and then pop open the trunk. She’s cowering inside with her face a mess of tears.

When I pull her from the car, my brothers glance at me, and Nico grimaces while Massimo rolls his eyes.

“Get the fuck out of the car,” I order, jerking her forward.

She climbs out, and when she stands before me, she looks between the three of us.

“Please...don’t hurt me. Don’t rape me.”

“Nah, it’s not that type of party, Ms. Irresistible,” Nico sneers, looking down at her in distaste.

“Yeah, just the revenge business,” Massimo says.

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