Page 10 of De Luca: The Sinister Game

CHAPTER 8

DRAKE

I sleep little. If I get three hours of sleep, it’s nearly miraculous. With Natalia’s soft, warm body between us, I slept like a rock until I felt the jab of my fucking brother's dick against mine. I jump out of bed quickly, instantly seeing red.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Dante asks while rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Glaring daggers at him, it takes all the strength I have not to punch my brother in the fucking face. “Your dick on mine is not my favorite way to wake up.”

He chuckles as he sits up. “It’s not like I was fucking you, asshole. Where’s Natalia?”

Good fucking question. All the ways I could punish her for this rude wake-up run through my mind. I shrug. “I don’t know, but when I find her, I’m spanking her ass.”

My brother climbs out of bed, and we both grab a pair of sweatpants before we go to look for Natalia, but of course, she isn’t fucking here.

“We should’ve tied her ass to the bed.”

Why didn’t we? The fucking restraints were attached to the bed, ready and waiting for her. Yet, we didn’t use them.

Standing in the entryway, we both glared at the door like it should’ve prevented our little toy from leaving.

“And then what?” Dante asks.

We aren’t used to wanting something and not getting it. As De Luca's, we take what we want, but this situation is different because of Domenic and Damian. We’re both aware that we can’t just keep her without consequences. So we’re back to fucking watching her.

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Dante

We have spent the last two weeks working and watching our sweet Natalia from afar. Anywhere she goes, one of us has eyes on her. There have been no dates.

Good girl.

If there had been, they’d be dead. Is that a little over the top? Probably. It doesn’t matter though. She’s ours, whether or not she realizes it yet. When she walks into Domenic’s house for our family dinner, I am relieved to have her in the same house as us, and then I see red when I spot the dried tears on her face.

“Who did this to you?” I ask as I take her face in my hands.

She backs away from me like it’s offensive that I’d even touch her. “I’m fine.”

My hands drop away, but I keep staring at her, and I want to know who made her cry, “What happened?”

Natalia stands before me with her hands on her hips and shakes her head. “It’s nothing. It's just a fight with my sister, so stand down, Cujo.”

She walks around me and runs to Giada. I’ve been dismissed, and I don’t fucking like it. I walk to Domenic’s office, where the four of us have been instructed to attend a meeting before dinner. When I step into the room, Drake and Damian sit on the black leather couch on one side, and I sit in a matching leather chair opposite Domenic’s desk. I try to focus on the meeting, but of course, I can’t stop thinking about her.

CHAPTER 9

DANTE

I’m not ‌affected by women crying, but seeing Natalia upset twisted something in my chest. I don’t like it one bit. When she said it was her sister, it piqued my curiosity. What could her twin have done to her? My beautiful girl asked if I’d kill him had it been a man. Without a fucking doubt, the answer was a resounding yes. It made me wonder if she knew the truth about what I’d done in her honor.

“Dante,” Domenic growls, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glance up at him. “Are your men in place?”

I nod as I cross my arms over my chest. “I said they were, and they are. Georgio will be there to receive the shipment.”

Four other families are rivals: the Bonettis, Lombardis, Rossis, and the Aiellos. The Bianchis made five. However, they were eliminated. That happens when you target a De Luca, any or all of us. Fuck around and find out. They found out. Although it wasn’t us who took Wolf out, if it had been, he would’ve gotten a lot worse than a couple of bullet holes to end his miserable life. After what he did to my brother, Damian, I would’ve gladly tortured him for weeks on end. Unfortunately, he got the easy way out, and I never got my chance. There’s always another enemy trying to take us out. Three days ago, the Aiellos intercepted our shipment. When a rival family pulls that kind of shit, it’s seen as an act of war, plain and simple. They took our product and killed six of our men. That shit won’t stand. That’s why we were all called here today to handle it. We have another shipment coming in and need to be sure the same thing doesn’t happen again. Domenic wants to deal with the Aiello's appropriately, which simply means ending them.

“I don’t think we have to worry about them coming after this shipment,” Benji, our intel guy, pipes up from the couch, looking tiny, sitting on the sofa between Damian and Drake. It’s almost comical. Next to my brothers, he seems like he’s only about four feet tall, which isn’t the case. He's of average height, unlike us. Domenic and Damian are over six-foot-five, Drake is six-foot-four, but I’m the shortest at six-foot-three.

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