Page 76 of Marco DeLuca


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“Goodbye for now, Maria,” I say.

She tips up on her toes and presses her lips to mine. Our kiss is sweet and brief. No tongue action and no passion. The first kind I’ve ever experienced.

I watch as she walks down the hallway and wait until I hear her close and lock the front door behind her. I return to my seat and stare at Rocco until I’m sure the little Uber car is long gone. Just enough time for Rocco to start moving again, and I don’t stop him this time.

When he sits up, he glances back at me.

“That puttana! I always hated her. Betraying fucking family! Where is she?”

“Someplace that you can’t harm her anymore. You’ll never see or hear from her again.”

“Vaffanculo!”

“No thanks. But I might fuck your mother or wife when I’m done with you.”

Foolishly, Rocco jumps up and lunges at me. We’re both big men, and he’s a couple inches taller than me, but I outweigh him by twenty pounds of muscle.

I dodge him and catch him with a blow to the side of the head, causing him to stagger backward. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I use my momentum and run into him, knocking him to the floor. He’s quick but not quicker than me, and I’m straddling him, pounding his face until it’s bloody and almost unrecognizable.

I stand and stare down at him as he rolls onto his side spitting out teeth.

“Why did you kill my wife?” I ask as if I don’t already know.

“She talked too much and didn’t know when to shut the fuck up,” he snarls, spitting again.

“About what?”

When he doesn’t speak, I say, “You might as well tell me. Your life ends today.”

“I was in bed with the Colombos.”

“Why?”

“Fucking gambling debts! Okay?”

I jump onto the floor, straddling him again, and begin choking him until he turns pale. “You fucking sold me out for money! Money that I could have easily given you!”

When I release him, I don’t move off him but continue staring as he chokes until his color returns to his face and he plops his head onto the floor again.

“You killed her because she threatened to tell me about your betrayal. How fucking long did you know that she was fucking Luca?”

“Seven months,” he spits with more teeth falling from his mouth.

“You never told me. What the fuck did I do to you for you to betray me that way?”

He sneers at me and stares through the only eye that can still partially open. The other is completely shut.

“You think that you can fuck over anybody and don’t owe any apologies. Why should a bastard like you command loyalty when you’re loyal to nothing and no one!”

“You don’t know shit about my loyalty!”

“I know you weren’t loyal to my sister. Your wife. Or even that stronza Serena!”

“You don’t fucking deserve to breathe the same air as any of those women let alone say their names!” I roar, grabbing him around the neck as I remove the machete from my sheath. I wait until he can no longer breathe, gasping for air and grabbing his neck.

With the precision of a surgeon’s knife, I cut his tongue, severing a portion. Rocco spurts blood from his mouth as he chokes. As I remove the handcuffs from my back pocket, I see a beam of light flash through the window.

I wait until I’ve cuffed him before looking out and spotting the navy-blue truck in the front yard.

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