Corso DeLuca: Savage Bloodline Mafia Lunchtime Chronicles Crossover Novella by Siera London

Author:Siera London [London, Siera]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Juno Waves Publishing
Published: 2022-07-18T16:00:00+00:00

NINE

Jessie

Once we enter the bedroom, long seconds pass between us. Questions and explanations are made with furtive gazes. Guilt anchors my tongue with cement. Say something, my inner woman of principal urges. Corso threatened his man over me. Could that dead agent be Teal or Donaldson? My heart bottoms, dropping to suspended feet. Which is really fucked up. I feel like shit, literally and figuratively. I shouldn’t have this much difficulty apologizing… again. Corso is a human being with feelings, Jessie. Yes, I can acknowledge that somehow, I had dehumanized him and people like him who kill for personal gain. Reducing them to a diabolical collection of killer instinct and hedonistic need.

“Corso,” I begin.

“Jess,” he sighs. I hear the exhaustion in his voice. Maybe he was more affected by the day’s events than he let on.

“I’m—I’m really sorry.”

Taking a seat on the bed, he’s still holding me.

“You’re a pain in my ass, woman.”

He says it on a half-laugh, but I know he’s not joking. Having me here is causing problems with his household. I know Joseph and Milana want me gone. Will he let me go? Leave me like everyone else who’s ever mattered? God, I want to stay here…with him. How this happened, I can’t tell you the specifics of when the change occurred. In the clinic? During dinner? In his arms? With our first kiss? All I know id Corso hasn’t let go and… I can’t tear myself away.

Brushing my hand against his chin, I whisper, “I know I am.”

Fact is much uglier than fiction. Reality deems that our two worlds only intersect when one is attacking the other, yet here we are, merging into a new universe where we co-exist in… each other’s arms.

“Find what you’re looking for?”

Yes… no. My skin prickles before a sweat bead trickles down my spine. Where should I begin? “Discovered there’s no freakin’ windows.”

Corso gives a hint of a smile, like he’s laughing at an inside joke. “You’re inside my vault. No windows. Hidden exits. Escape tunnels. A mastermind and his trusted assistant. You know… crime family shit.”

Superman’s archenemy, Lex Luthor, and his loyal henchwoman, Eve Teschmacher, come to mind. Could the eloquent Milana be as deadly as her boss? I tuck that information away for another time.

“Speaking of family,” I broach the subject, not sure what I was looking at in the photo album. My mind could’ve made a link that is non-existent. “I saw a photo of you… and Greg.”

“We were the best of friends.” This time when he says the word, there’s a hitch in his voice, like a bitter pill he’s forced himself to swallow.

“Yeah, about that.”

“I’ll say this once. Greg was a good cop… a great… friend. He was the best of us.”

There’s a sadness, no, it’s regret in his words. For the first time, I wonder if that young man in the picture chose this life. Or did the last name DeLuca decide his fate from birth?

“I think you were pretty great just now. You saved your bodyguard from getting his ass kicked by a girl,” I tease to lighten the mood.

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