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

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I wake up to the moving of a vehicle, my head rested on a pair of skinny legs and my mind fuzzy with sleep. I let out a deep sigh and sit up, scrubbing at my eyes aggressively before glancing at Zac who's head is leant against the window, eyes shut and a cute little snore sounding from his partially opened mouth. In front of me is Toro driving with a pensive look on his face from the mirror.

"Morning," I croak. Dang I need water.

His gaze meets mine and his lip twitches upwards, not quite reaching I smile, "It's night time."

I look around blatantly and let out a sigh. So that explains the darkness, "I suppose you're right. What time is it?"

"Two in the morning."

I grimace. I'm certainly not a night owl. "Why are we in the car at two in the morning?"

"We're driving to the airport and heading to Italy. We need to regain our forces before taking out the other gang. We're meeting up with mi fratello's at the private jet."

"What happened?" I ask confusedly.

"The safe houses have been compromised. The members they kidnapped- apparently one of them spilled the locations."

My heart drops and my blood runs cold, "O-Okay. Is Dylan..."

"Definitely dead."

My breath hitches and I look down to stare at my hands, a feeling of pure dread in the pit of my stomach. "How many people made it out?"

"The majority. The safe house I visited was the first of many to get hit, therefore I had time to phone the others. Then I came to get you guys just as the other gang..."

We leave the silence to finish of his sentence.

"I heard Rita," I mumble. "She has a sister, they were both looking for me."

He mutters something in Italian but proceeds to drive, leaving the conversation behind us. Another hour flies by and we're pulling outside the airport where Toro lifts up Zac from his seat and ditches the car, locking it and throwing the keys into some bushes. We walk in the darkness, Zac dozing in and out of consciousness until we walk through the airport. It's quiet due to the unholy hour, with a few people queuing up for tickets or going through airport security.

We bypass all of this which I'm glad for, especially since I certainly know Toro has a gun currently on him. We walk put of the main lobby and through a pair of double doors where we proceed to get into a lift and descend to the ground floor. Zac is still passed out bless him, his hair falling over the visible part of his face whilst his head is nuzzled into Toro's chest. Cuties.

The bell dings and the lift doors open. I wonder out to see we're exposed to a long hallway with a pane of glass separating us from the tarmac where planes park and take off. Getting an indication from Toro, I open the closest glass door to us and hold it open for the two lovebirds before shutting it again. I follow him towards a jet sat alone with the steps down and a light from within. I instantly know it's ours, especially when Gufo's head pops at the entrance.

He jumps down the steps and runs towards us and I can't help but begin running too. We meet each other halfway and I leap into his arms, his familiar hold instantly calming my nerves and the anxiety at the back of my mind. At this very moment I know he's the one for me. Even if it's the end of the world, he could just hold me and I would feel at ease. His touch sends sparks through my veins and an intense feeling throbs in my heart, like a soft glow of pure positive emotions that swim and fill me up to the brink.

"You're okay beautiful, I've got you, you don't need to cry," he comforts as he lightly puts me onto the ground but doesn't release me.

I sniffle and I'm shocked to feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks, "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry I couldn't save him—"

"What? Save who?" He questions and looks at Toro who walks past us with his boyfriend in his arms. I watch Damien's face contort from confusion into mournful understanding as he looks down at his feet and swallows a lump in his throat.

I caress his cheek and this time pull him into a hug, letting him hurry his face into the crook of my neck as he inhales a shaky breath, trying to be strong. I know it hit hard for him, especially since Dylan has been Damien's apprentice for the past two years, teaching him all about computers and systems. It was inevitable they were going to get closer.

"You can cry," I whisper.

He pulls away slightly and I can see the glistening in his eyes, but he quickly blinks them away. He shakes his head and takes my hand, tugging me after him onto the plane. I nod at Leone who's on a call and realise that Toro's gone to the back where there is a bedroom with Zac.

Gufo slumps into a seat and tugs me down onto his lap, circling his hands around my waste and nuzzling his face into my neck once again; I can feel him physically relax. I hear the seatbelt sound announce, I tap Gufo's arm but he only tightens his hold on me. Glancing at Leone who only raises a brow, I sigh and tug at the belt only realising it won't wrap around the two of us. I let out a sound of exasperation before getting hit by something.

I snap my head up at Leone to see he threw me a belt piece, only he's looking away and out of the window with a look of obnoxious confidence. I see through it. I attach the second piece and plug it all the way in, readjusting my position on his lip so it's more comfortable for the both of us. He squeezes me one last time before dozing off as the plane takes off into the air.