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Chapter 24 (Ricardo)
“Lucia
I cough and wave at the smoke as I walk through the debris. Half of DeLuca's house is a pile of rubble.
I text Emilio and told him that since DeLuca was pla
I also told Emilio to only bomb the west wing of the house but the damage is worse than I thought it would be.
Every room in the west wing is completely destroyed...along with the kitchen, dining room, living room and conference room.
His office and the bedrooms are all located on the east wing...so no one was hurt.
“She's okay,” I say as I enter his office. Relief flashes across his face and he looks behind me. “Where is she?”
“I told her to go back to the apartment. I didn't know what the hell was happening but I figured she was safer that way.”
“Good thinking,” he says before his eyes narrow. “What the fuck were you doing in my bedroom in the first place?”
“I was looking for you.” I lift a shoulder in a shrug. “I was going up the east staircase when I heard the bombs go off. I knew you'd be in your bedroom and I wanted to make sure you were okay. When I saw Lou—Lucia
He raises an eyebrow, sheer shock across his face. “You were worried about me?”
“Christ, DeLuca. You are my father.”
He looks taken back briefly before his expression changes to one of a
I look around. “I know. I'm just as shocked as you are. But then again...you are a mob boss. One with a lot of enemies.”
He pounds his fist on his desk. “I don't even know how they managed to do it. But when I catch the bastard—” He stops mid-sentence and his eyes turn dark and evil. “Fuck—I know who did this.”
I'll admit, for a second, I think he's on to me...but then he starts sprinting around his office like a madman.
“Marlene, get my bags ready and call the pilot,” he orders. “We're going back to Italy...now.”
“Okay,” she sighs, reaching for the phone.
He punches a wall. “That witch isn't go
I open my mouth to ask who and what the fuck he's talking about...but when I look at Marlene she twirls a finger around her head and mouths, “He's gone crazy.”
Yeah, you don't say.
He looks at me then. “You have to protect Lucia
I want to capture this moment on camera because I've never seen him look so desperate. I didn't think it was possible.
“She's very important,” he whispers. “She's—” He closes his eyes. “She's just very important.”
Yeah, she is. “Okay. No problem.”
Don't worry, shithead. I'll always protect my girl. Especially from assholes like you.
“Thank you,” he says.
If that's not weird enough...for a minute...I think he's going to do something crazy.
Like hug me.
I instinctively reach for my gun, but luckily he looks back to Marlene.
“Hurry up!” he shouts.
“The pilots clearing his schedule,” she responds. “But he said there's a bad storm coming in.”
“Tell him I don't give a fuck!” he booms before walking over to me. “Tell Lucia
I fight the urge to tell him we've kissed and made up. Instead, I give him a nod and turn on my heels. “See you when you get back.”