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

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Damn. Do I have a heart condition or something? Perhaps I've got a chest cold, or I'm coming down with a serious cough, or perhaps my boobs are suddenly growing a lot. Nevertheless, my chest seriously hurts and the overwhelming urge to crawl into a tiny ball and cry my eyes out hits me like a truck. I'm sure I'd do just that if I wasn't stuck in the car with Gupo and Toro, also if I wasn't feeling a blinding rage.

Oh yeah, I'm beyond fuming. White hot anger pulses in my veins, sizzling beneath the surface of my skin like magma underneath the earth's crust. I glare at the seat in front of me wishing for it to physically combust to satisfy my sudden need for violence; if only I wasn't pregnant.  I'd probably suddenly take up kickboxing like I did for a couple of years as a kid, but my mother's instinct is kicking in like a tsunami siren, warding me off from dangerous activities.

Speaking of mothers.

Now, never have I ever had a mother to actually base this off of, but I'm positive that Mrs De Luca is not winning that mother of the year reward. With an attitude like that, toxicity dripping from her elegant body and beautiful features, you'd think she was a trained assassin designed to annihilate any man that came in contact with her. Who is she to judge? Just my boyfriend's mother.

Boyfriend? Or... ex?

DAMN. I left our relationship between a rock and a hard place to protect me, however I never really confirmed if we were over. Are we? Do I want us to be? In all honesty I don't know, there's an aspect of me to just officially break up with him, however there's also another feeling that I don't want to put myself back to square one with me working for Celine and going to college. Plus I'm pretty sure I can't resume that.

With the Russian gang after us there's no chance I could return home since they practically shoved us out and Rita could easily kidnap me again. Like hell I'm putting myself through that. I'm sure Toro won't throw me out either, he's like a caring giant; I see it even if he tries to hide it.

"How are you coping back there?" Asks Zac, turning around to face me.

I don't make eye contact and remain focused on the window, "I'm fine thank you."

Zac sighs and faces forward, finding it wise to not pry from me; I'm glad. I don't want to say my thoughts aloud, especially since that would be admitting that I believe our relationship was bound to be broken.

About ten minutes later of Toro driving, we pull in front of a beautiful hotel with beige walls, large windows and open glass doors. Toro exits the vehicle and hands the keys to the valet who waits for Zac to help me out of the van before hopping into the seat and driving off to parking. Toro leads the two of us into the lobby. The ceiling reaches the glass roof which offers natural lighting to the vast space; balconies looks down to the ground floor where a reception desk sits to the far right alongside multiple lifts whilst the restaurant is to the left including an outdoor seating area on another balcony. Beyond the balcony I notice greenery and a hint of a pool, whilst a staircase descends to another floor in front of us, probably towards the pool.

Toro gets two keys and signals for us to follow him. We enter the lift and he swipes the key card and presses the button to the top floor where the gorgeous penthouse suites are located. Upon leaving the lift, I can't help but feel uneasy with the height so I stay by the wall, physically touching it.

"This is your room," Zac gives me the key before linking an arm with Toro. "We're the one next to you. How about we have dinner tonight, hm?"

I can tell he doesn't want to leave me alone but he doesn't want to overstep his boundaries, so to put his mind at ease a agree. He flashes me a toothy grin before walking to his room.

I open the door and my jaw hits the ground. I knew that penthouse suites were supposed to be beautiful... but this is on an entirely different scale. The wall with the headboard of the white king size bed has a tropical, vibrant wallpaper that provides a calming but sensual atmosphere to the room, with the basic colour scheme of green and blue with hints of hot pink. The pillows sat on the loveseats correspond to the wallpaper and are vibrant pink but with white different designs etched onto it; there's a dining table in front of a fully stocked fridge with a crystal chandelier and a nude rug beneath it. The en suite is to my immediate left surrounded by glass walls with curtains that provide privacy on a command of a button.

Seventh heaven.

Only this to me is meant for a bedroom for two, not one pregnant lady going through a midlife crisis and a potential state of heartbreak. There. I said it. Even if I said it in my head, admittance is admittance, just like loneliness is loneliness. I can't help but wrap my arms around the swell of my stomach and bite my lip to stop the sudden rush of tears. I can't let myself fall into the dark hole of self pity, moping and crying and hurting...

Instead I put the television on and watch, but it's a romance film, so I switch to the next channel to see another romance, then another, and another, and another. Eventually I give up and put on Cartoon Network to try and calm my aching heart, but the first image that is revealed is The Amazing World of Gumball, the characters Nicole and Richard Watterson lovingly together despite their differences; their acceptance of each other despite everything pulls at my heartstrings and I'm ashamed to admit it.

I break down.