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

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It's been one hell of a torturous week. Zac has tried to keep my mind off of things, even going as far as to take me out of the hotel and to all of historical sights around our area. I've faked being happy, only I chose science over acting for a valid reason- I can't act. He could see through my happy masquerade and showered me in pity which is the last thing I want. All I want is Gufo by my side to hold me in his warm arms and to tell me everything will be alright. It hurts more since he's the cause of my pain.

At 16 weeks, I can get an ultrasound and potentially discover the gender depending on which way the baby is facing. However, the only problem is that Toro told me Gufo wanted to be there with me, or more specifically, the baby. When I found out I through a tantrum and promptly returned to my suite to run myself a heavenly bath whilst crying and listening to Celine Dione on full blast. Let's just say I've been a mess behind closed doors.

So that's why I'm here, at the Italian gang mansion with Toro and Zac flanking my sides like my own personal bodyguard. Or emotional support as Zac told me. I take a shuddering breath and walk up the steps, opening the door into the familiar hectic entrance that the mansion provides. With Toro next to me, the people part providing us a path paved by his large strides, Zac's hand grips wrist as to not lose me.

We open a door and walk through winding hallways until we reach a white door with Italian writing printed on the front. Toro opens it and slips inside, holding it open for the two of us. We continue to a desk where Toro speaks fluent Italian to a woman wearing fully white with a small name tag reading 'Ms. Silvia'. She nods once, lifts up the phone and calls someone, only for her to further speak more Italian over the line before she places it back down onto the receiver. She tells Toro something and he doesn't even respond, rather nodding for us to continue. I offer her a small smile but she doesn't look at me.

"I love the Italian language, don't you? Especially when Toro says it," whispers Zac in my ear causing a small amused small to grace my lips. "I mean, sometimes when we're in bed I ask him to speak to me in his language. I get off so hard to that."

A genuine laugh escapes my lips as I whack his bicep, only to stop short once I see Toro open the door to Gufo who's sat anxiously on his seat, shuffling his feet around as if there were ants in his boots. If I said he looked good, I'd be lying. He looks like shit. His hair is scruffy, deep bags are under his bloodshot eyes whilst a shadow covers his jaw. His thumbs twiddle as he looks up and only then do I notice how pale he looks.

It takes every inch of me not to run up to him and comfort him; it oddly comforts me knowing I'm not the only one in pain. I lift my quivering chin and anxiously walk into the room and feel his burning gaze on me, so I offer an unsteady smile at the doctor which I'm sure looks more like a grimace.

"Mrs De Luca—"

"It's Miss Stewart or Chloe is fine thank you," I interrupt, my cheeks flaming hot.

"Miss Stewart, you are sixteen weeks pregnant, yes?"

"Yes."

"Today you could find the gender of your child. Would you like to know? Or would your prefer further celebration like—"

"Now."

It wasn't me who said it, rather the man who hurt me and got me knocked up in the first place. His voice is hoarse as if he's been crying and desperate, oh so desperate that it tugs at my heartstrings.

My eyes prick with tears.

The doctor doesn't say anything about it as he notices, instead telling to lift my top up and lean back in the dentist chair. He rubs a cold gel over the appropriate area and I bite my lip due to the cold sensations. He then loads up the monitor screen before taking a wand-thing and pressing it to my bump. He runs it around slowly and ever so slowly, we get an image on the screen of a foetus. My baby.

My eyes well up as thick emotions hit me hard.

"It's a girl," the doctor clarifies.

I gnaw at my lip and glance at Gufo who's eyes have lit up like Christmas lights, although a thick tear rolls down his cheek without noticing. He makes eye contact with me, the pain is evident in his gaze; I can't bare seeing him like this.

Slowly, I grasp his hand and look at the doctor, "Can we have pictures please?"

"Of course," the man nods. "How many?"

"Two."

"Two?" Questions Damien.

"For your parents and for us."

He nods as the doctor wipes the stuff off of my abdomen before I tug my shirt down. As the doctor exits the room, Gufo looks me in the eye and lets out a shaky breath, "We need to talk."

"We do," I agree.

"Tonight? Can I have dinner with you?" His voice is so hopeful and his hands squeeze mine as if he's scared that I'll let go.

"Tonight, dinner at the hotel I'm staying at," I agree as a whisper whilst my gaze moves to the monitor with the image of our child.

The door bursts open revealing a hyper Vipera looking as bad ass as ever, with combat trousers, a black vest and boots. She sends me a bright grin as she looks at the image, "Gender?"

"It's a girl," Zac confirms.

She jumps in the air, "Fuck yeah! She's going to be just like her Aunt Vipera, she'll be able to flip butterfly knives at the age of five and shoot a sniper rifle from 200m away at seven. Just like her god mother."

"Who Says you're god mother?" Damien asks with humour in his voice.

"Me bitch," she flips her hair before looking between the two of us. "Is your drama over?"

"No."

"Well damn."