DAMIEN: Book 2 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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"Well, I hoped the first time I'd catch yo7 changing would be due to different circumstances, not you getting dressed for work," sighs Damien in fake sorrow, dramatically falling back on the bed and bouncing slightly due to the ridiculous, comfy mattress.

I jump, startled as I hastily yank my vest top down over my flirty blue lace bra, "Give up. I said I'd live here, not stop working."

"When will you understand? You don't need to work! I can pay for everything. If you really want a proper job, talk to Leone and ask him for one. He's a really good judge of character."

I frown, "I am not working for a gang."

"Hey!" He exclaims in mock offence. "I'll let you know that our gang has its pros and cons- like we produce real drugs and Don't cheat the system. Ours are more pricey to prevent lowlifes from making mistakes, however if they insist and get the money, we won't say no."

"That's just the thing: drugs, dirty money, addiction, crime. That's what caused me to move here, you can't seriously expect me to dive straight back into the very world that impacted and broke him now, do you?"

"What happened to Lesley—"

"Don't!" I say sharply, however I soften when I see the stricken look on his face. "I'm sorry. I just... can't talk about it. One day, but not today."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He nods once before whistling lowly, "Might want to put your joggers on before I rip off those knickers, huh?"

I blush and do just that, sliding the thick, grey material over my thighs in an attempt to save further embarrassment. Picking up my tote bag with everything in it and slipping on my shoes, I salute him from the bed and go to leave.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you tonight," he tells me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as electricity sparks between our exposed skin, sending intense shivers down my spine and causing me to go goose pimply. My cheeks redden even more as I smack his hand off of me.

"I don't want you to be there as nude women parade around in basically nothing," I grumble. "Plus you'll distract."

His brows skyrocket, "Distract?" He echoes, suddenly pinning me to the doorframe. My mouth dries and my heartbeat increases. "What? Like this," he whispers, softly dragging his lips against my jawline; my body quivers and I snap my eyes shut. "Maybe like this," he continues his torture, licking my neck and igniting a hot current through my veins to my groin. "Or to be extra kinky..." he opens his mouth and suckles gently on my neck on my sweet spot; I gasp and a breathless noise of agreement escapes my lips. His tongue lashes out seductively and my knees weaken due to temptation. How such simple actions can make me feel so boldly stricken is beyond me. Finally, he releases and grins at his work: a very obvious hickey.

Only then do I remember I'm supposed to be at work, "Shit!" I push his chest and he steps backwards as I fumble to open the door. Succeeding, I rush out into the main area and open the next door to the hallway- only to bump into a ginger girl wearing a high waisted short skirt and a bandeau. The same girl who was glaring at me earlier.

She makes a sound of surprise from the back of her throat as she stumbles from impact, before brushing herself off and looking at me with menacing disgust, "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

My eyes widen slightly but I keep my face in a harsh frown, disliking the way this girl's treating me, "I should be asking you... especially since you're wearing basically nothing.

She huffs, "I don't owe you an explanation, it should be obvious why I'm here. Turns out you're just a dumb whore who can't connect the dots, hm?"

My brows furrow, "My previous statement still stands: says the girl whose practically wearing nothing. I'll rephrase my question though, what do you think you're going to do here?"

She blinks at me before shrugging, "I'm going to go fuck Gufo."

"I wish you good luck," I smile sickly sweet. "'Cause he's taken."

She laughs, a full blown laugh which only causes my smugness to increase. It dies down as she shakes her head, "No sweetie, he doesn't date. But when he does, it'll be me. Not some gold digging, washed out hooker with poor fashion taste who can't afford good branded clothing."

"Delusional," I sing. "Just ask him now, although, he might be in the shower 'cause things just got a bit steamy." Discretely, I flip my hair over my shoulder showing the prominent hickey.

"Maybe I will ask him," she shrugs nonchalantly, although the sudden fire in her eyes depict otherwise.

Going to move past me, I slam my hand on the doorframe and shake my head, "No chance in hell. Go back to whatever hellhole Satan sent you from, tell him to bring cookies next time though. I need something else positive rather than the satisfaction of seeing you without my man."

She lets out a snarl and shoulder barges me into the doorframe. Surprised by her sudden aggressive outburst, my ribs connects with the wood and a strangled cry escapes my lips. She marches past with purpose as I grip onto my side, wincing at the bruising and panicking because of the baby. Could she have hurt it? Will there be side effects? What if it's permanent? I know it's a bruised rib but you can never be too careful. Will this impact growth, both physical and potentially after birth?

"What the hell happened?" Booms a female voice from the doorway; she helps me stand up and sends daggers at the ginger. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Seeing Gufo, you?" Ginger asks sassily, languidly brushing a hand over the settee back before approaching Gufo's door.

"I'm not sure if you heard, but he's taken."

Ginger scowls and rolls her eyes, "By that you mean this poor mistake?"

I clench my fists as I nurse my side, my eyes narrowing into slits, "I think you should go promptly fuck your self since Gufo doesn't want you. Leave him alone, leave me alone and I'm sure we won't have a problem."

My unknown saviour stares at me as if I grew a second head before nodding in agreement, "Piss off. Nobody once you here."

She rolls her eyes and barges past me once again, knocking me over this time with an immense force. Since when did balance say goodbye to me? Since forever. I fall backwards and land on my arse and groan in annoyance, pain and rib throbbing.

"I hope it makes you feel better," the woman says, smacking the upside of Ginger's head. Ginger gasps But continues walking away, hastily leaving. Who the hell is that, what the hell happened and more importantly, how will I get to work on time now?

"So sorry about that bitch," the woman mumbles. "I'm Vipera, nice to meet you. Gufo chose well, you stand your ground... hypothetically and verbally."

"Gee, thanks," I grumble. "Help a pregnant woman up?"

"Pregnant?" Vipera questions, offering me her hands as she effortlessly lifts my heavy weight up. "Now why the hell did I not here about this?"

"Because I knew you'd react badly," groans Gufo, leaving his room wearing only a towel. "You take the piss when I make a mistake."

"Yes of course I do 'cause you're practically my brother! Hiding something like a fucking pregnancy? Gufo, I could have protected her! She wouldn't have been knocked out, that Rita chick wouldn't have touched her and she would have never had to face Ashley!"

"She faced Ashley?" Gufo's face falls as he stares at me with emotions. "Please tell me she didn't do anything too drastic. I can't have her hurting you."

"Well, she's bloody good at shoulder barges," I mutter, my eyes downcast. I knew Gufo slept around, as in around around, however I never assumed his exes would be an issue for me. The very though settles at the pit of my stomach.

"I'm so sorry," he approaches me. "I'll talk to her, put her in her place, ban her from seeing you."

"No, that'll make me look weak," I justify shaking my head. "I don't want that appearance in a fricking gang. Just be around and on lookout."

Vipera nods, "I agree."

"Of course you do! Bloody women," he grumbles.