Chapter 2

• ***ADRIANO'S POV***
• Fucking imbeciles.
• Five frat boys. That was the number of guys who were ready to abuse Delta Anne Romano.
• She was drugged and the men were already taking advantage of her when I pulled into my club. I had them arrested and I took Delta home.
• To my fucking house. No woman has ever spent a night here. Not even an hour. I don't bring women home. They just suck my cock or I fuck them in my office and they go.
• But Delta? She was so spent last night that I had to take care of her.
• As I watch her puke, I rub little circles on her back.
• My right-hand man, also my best friend, Diego Mancini had made a background check on Delta and he hadn't found out much about her, but the little information in that Manila file had taken me aback.
• Barely twenty-one years. She entered the club with a fake ID card and she lives with her Uncle. Well, that little bit is where my concern lies.
• Carlo Romano has a niece, one that is in my house. Not good for business, considering the beef we have for one another.
• Delta pats to the sink and wash her face, splashing water in her mouth as well.
• "I have a new toothbrush you could use," I say opening a cabinet and pulling out a toothbrush.
• Applying toothpaste on it, I catch Delta staring at me through the mirror.
• It is not surprising, especially when I am 6'4m with rich brown hair. I think girls like my blue-gray eyes and Italian accent more.
• Handing her the brush, she takes it and brushes. I should leave the bathroom, and give this woman some space, but rather, I stand behind her, watching her clean up.
• Using my towel, Delta wipes her face and walks out of the bathroom.
• Although she reeks of alcohol, she has the softest fragrance of watermelon and strawberry. Two strange combinations, but beautiful nonetheless.
• Following Delta to the room, she looks at me scowling.
• "Last night..." she starts her eyes surveying the room.
• At the memories of last night, a frown appears on my face.
• "You want to tell me why you had way more drinks than necessary?" I bark out.
• Wrong start, Adriano.
• "What? Why the fuck am I here and not in my bed?" she questions pulling her hands under her chest.
• Her boobs press up, and her cleavage shows from her tiny gown.
• The bulge in my trousers is thick, and I fight the urge to control myself.
• "You were drugged last night, you little idiot. If I hadn't saved your ass when the frat boys were hauling you away, you would have become a victim of abuse. Or worse," I finish my eyes darkening at the image of her being killed or human trafficked.
• A growl escapes my throat at the thought of that.
• "So why am I here?" Delta asks her eyes shooting daggers at me.
• "Because I saved you and brought you home. You were spent and drugged. You shouldn't even have been at the club," I yell out.
• Delta gasps, taking a step backward.
• "I don't take orders from you, bastard," she cries out turning and searching for her things.
• "Watch it," I warn stalking towards her.
• "You saved me. I get it. Thank you. I need to leave. Oh Fuck! Jake will kill me, I need to call him," she cries and at the mention of a male name, I flare my nostrils.
• "Jake?" I ask frowning.
• "Yes, dickhead. He is my best friend. He will be worried if I don't reach out to him," she says sitting on the bed and starting to put on her shoes.
• "Where are you going to?" I ask cautiously.
• "Home, dummy. Thanks for last night," she mutters yawning.
• "No!" I blurt out without thinking.
• "No?" Delta laughs out, the corners of her eyes crinkling. When I scowl at her, she stares at me, taking in my expression now.
• "Who are you?" she asks slowly, her lashes batting, and when she licks her lips, her tiny pink tongue pushes outside.
• My cock bulges so hard I feel I might burst in my pants. That will be embarrassing as a grown man.
• "You don't know who I am?" I ask. Everyone knows who I am.
• "Am I supposed to? Do you have your ego bruised because I don't?" she asks teasingly.
• Stalking towards her, I grab her arm and pull her from the bed towards me.
• With her heels, she is still short and I stifle a laugh as I school my face to warn her off.
• "I'm flattered to find a woman who isn't aware of who I am," I mutter truthfully.
• "Who are you?" she asks, her breath catching in her throat.
• "Adriano De Luca," I respond.
• Being this close to Delta makes me see the emotions that pass through her. Five emotions in five seconds.
• Confusion. Realization. Hatred. Disgust. Fear.
• "Fuck. Oh, fuck! This is not happening," she cries out but I refuse to let go.
• "Yes, fuck, it is happening. You need to stop cussing," I blurt out.
• "I shouldn't be here. I need to go home," she says but I don't let her go.
• "Actually, this is your new home, make yourself comfortable," I said releasing her.
• I hear her gasp before she asks, "What do you mean?"
• "I mean, we are getting married and you are going to be living here with me," I tell her.
• "Uncle Romano wouldn't approve of it," she says, her voice distant and dreadful.
• "Well, he just gave us his blessings, we will be married by nightfall," I blurt out walking towards the door.
• "This is kidnapping. I need to talk to Uncle Romano," she grits out.
• Removing my phone from my pocket, I dial Carlo Romano and hand the phone to his niece.
• "Uncle Romano, Adriano De Luca is standing in front of me and he says we are getting married in a few hours. What is going on?" she questions.
• A pause, and then, Carlo Romano speaks.
• "I had a score to settle with Mr. De Luca. He asked you and I granted his wish. You don't deny a De Luca anything. I have a meeting now, Delta. Be good," Carlo says and the line goes dead.
• "What the fuck? I am dreaming. This is just part of my dream," Delta screeches out, climbing back to the bed and closing her eyes.
• Chuckling softly, I walk out of the room, clicking the door in place and locking it. I can't risk my bride running away before our vows are being made.
• It is a shame that the slimy bastard of an Uncle gave her away. I will show her what it is to be loved by a De Luca.