Blame it on the shame Part 1

Epilogue (DeLuca)

“I told you it was a bad idea to piss off those women,” Marlene says. “Especially women who practice stregoneria. I mean, that's witchcraft.” She shudders. “And according to my research...they practice malevolent magic.” She turns in her seat to look at me. “They warned you what would happen if you continued threatening them. No wonder your house got blown up. They weren't kidding about refusing to help you break your family's curse.”

She crosses her arms and pouts. “Besides, I think they were wrong about Lucia

Before the bitch can blink, my hand is around her throat and she's struggling to breathe. “Shut the fuck up.”

I'm going to blow this cunt's head off if she says one more goddamn word.

But then again...having Marlene around does prove to be useful...sometimes.

And by useful, I'm referring to the sounds of her choking on my come as I continue ramming my dick down her throat.

However, Marlene is no substitute for my Bambina

No one is.

I tighten the hand around her throat and pull my zipper down with my other hand. “Maybe this will keep you quiet for awhile.”

She parts her lips and I shove my cock into her mouth. “Lucia

She nods and I press down on her head until she starts gagging. “Take it!”

Fuck, on second thought...this bitch isn't going to do it for me after all.

But I know what will.

My dick grows harder as I picture Lucia

As she should ...because I am.

I saved her when no one else in the world did. When no one else in the world gave a single fuck about her.

The strength she possessed called out to me that fateful night and I knew she was meant to be mine.

My instincts proved to be right the moment she saw my demonic black heart for all that it was and she still managed to love me.

Although, she did try to run away from me once.

I was going to kill her...but I was so enraptured by her strength and beauty I couldn't bring myself to do it.

My Lucia

However, it never stopped me from sucking every ounce of strength from her in order to keep her mine.

I learned my lesson about what happens when I let my pretty broken birds fly away.

I learned my lesson when that whore Isabella deceived me. The only reason I let her live back then was because she produced a son for me.

She was the chosen one...she was special.

Well, until I needed to teach my ingrate good-for-nothing son a lesson.

But unlike that bitch...Lucia

She would never deceive me...the fact that she passed my little test with flying colors proved it.

She both loves me and equally fears me...just as she should.

Hell, she wouldn't even go near those men because her heart, soul, and body belong to me.

I knew my Lucia

I just didn't realize how special.

Lucia

Even more powerful than me.

So powerful, it would erase the humiliation Ricardo has inflicted and poisoned my legacy with.

I eagerly await the day that I'll be able to go against the DeLuca council and kill him...right after killing those two pissants he calls 'brothers.'

Fuck, I may just do that anyway...but first; I have to ensure the prophet was telling the truth about my Lucia

And in order to do that—I need to enlist the help of the ancestors of the witches who first put the curse on my family.

Unfortunately, they're being less than cooperative—which is why I intend to start killing them off...one by one...until they have no choice but to help me.

After that, I'll approach the DeLuca council with my plan and there won't be a goddamned thing they can do about it...because I'm the one who found a way to undo the hex.

I ignore the sounds of Marlene choking as I come down her throat all while picturing my Lucia

The prophet's words echo in my head and I feel my new found power wash over me.

“Your dark-haired beauty called Lucia