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95. Not a Dream
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2026-04-11 22:48:58
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PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL 104. Plans
DIANADinner was weird.Luca sat at the far end of the table, as far from us as humanly possible, eating his pasta in silence. Rocco was next to me, his hand on my thigh under the table like he couldn't go five minutes without touching me."You two gonna stare at each other all night?" Luca asked, not even looking up from his plate."We're not staring," I said."Yeah, you are. Like two pigeons in heat."Rocco laughed with his mouth full."Pigeons in heat? Where the hell did you get that?"We finished eating in silence. Luca stood up, took his plate to the sink, and came back with his arms crossed."I meant what I said. About going back to Italy."My heart squeezed."Luca—""No, Diana. Let me finish." He took a breath. "I came here because Rocco asked me to. Because he needed to surprise you. But now you two are… together. It doesn't make sense for me to stick around like some intruder, living your lives.""You're not an intruder," Rocco said, his voice serious now. "You're family.""R
PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL 103. The Best Mess in the World
ROCCOWe got home as the sun was setting.Diana went straight to the shower, complaining that the car seat had stuck to her thigh. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer and a lemonade for her, and put them on the coffee table.The front door opened before I could even sit down.Luca walked in carrying a giant backpack on his shoulders. He looked at me. Looked at Diana, who was coming down the stairs in a robe. Looked at me again.The silence lasted three seconds.Diana came down the last few steps carefully, one hand on the railing. Her hair was still wet, the robe tied at her waist, feet bare. Beautiful. Fucking devastating.“Sit down, kid,” I said, pointing at the couch. “We need to talk.”“Are you okay?” she asked.“I’m okay,” Luca said, kind of hunched in on himself. “Just… weird.”“Weird how?”“Weird seeing you two together again. And now what?” he asked. “What are you gonna do?”“Live,” I said. “Away from the mafia. Away from Italy. Away from everything.”“Here?”“Maybe. We have
PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL 102. The Back Seat
DIANA“Liar.”He grabbed more fries, put them in his mouth, chewed slow.“I didn’t see anything, Diana.”“You’re blushing.”“It’s the sun.”“The sun? We’re under a tree, Rocco.”He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched.“I only looked because you looked,” he finally said.“I didn’t look.”“Your mouth was open.”“I was shocked. That’s different.”“Same fucking thing.”I rolled my eyes.“You’re a liar, Rocco Moretti.”“And you’re a hypocrite.”“Hypocrite?”“Yeah. If that was some hot guy with a giant ass, you’d look too. Doesn’t mean anything.”“I wouldn’t.”“You would.”“No.”“Would.”“No!”He leaned in and kissed me. Out of nowhere. His mouth found mine, and he kissed me with tongue, right there in the parking lot, with fries in my lap and people all around.His tongue pushed into my mouth with an urgency that stole my breath. I tasted salt, soda, him. His hand slid up my dress, fingers skating up my thigh, higher, higher…“Rocco,” I murmured against his lips.“Yeah?”“Not here.”“Why not?”
PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL 101. I Didn't See Anything
DIANARocco swung the car into a spot in the packed McDonald’s lot and killed the engine with a grunt.“We’re here. You talked about burgers so much, I’m gonna fucking dream about Ronald McDonald.”I laughed, popping my seatbelt off.“Dramatic much?”“I swear to God.”He got out first, walked around, and opened my door before I could even reach for it. A gentleman, even at a fast-food joint. He took my hand, laced his fingers through mine, and pulled me out with this over-the-top carefulness.“Rocco, you don’t have to do all that.”“I’m not letting you slip on this greasy-ass asphalt. Come on.”We walked in together. The smell of grease and salt hit my nose, and my stomach growled so loud a kid in line actually spun around like he was scared.“Easy there, little guy,” I murmured, rubbing my belly.Rocco cut me a sideways look, that crooked smile that fucking melted me every time.“You’re already talking to him?”“He’s hungry. Got that from you.”“Got my patience too, apparently.”In l
PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL 100. Kibbeh
DIANAThe routine came back slow. And we decided to stay—at least for now."This has zero nutritional value," Rocco said, ripping the frozen pizza out of my hand like I was about to commit a felony."It's food, Rocco. Food has nutrition.""Real food." He tossed the box in the trash with a dry snap. "Not that microwave crap."I breathed in deep. Counted to three. Didn't do a damn thing."I want a cheeseburger.""You're eating the organic salad I bought.""Organic salad?" My voice went up half an octave. "Rocco, there's a human being growing inside me. You think that human being asked for salad?"He opened the fridge with an expression so serious he looked like he was defusing a bomb. Pulled out a green container. Held it up like a trophy."It has quinoa. Or kibbeh. Something like that."I froze."Kibbeh?""Yeah.""You want me to eat KIBBEH?""It's nutritious.""Rocco, I don't even know what kibbeh is! Is that food or horse medicine?"Our first fight after I came back was over food. And
PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL 99. Sorry I'm Late
DIANANo seduction games this time. No smirk.This was serious.Rocco laid me on the bed like I was made of porcelain. Dawn light coming through the window, gold and soft. Every mark on his skin—the healed bruises, the new scars—told a story I needed to see.He kept his eyes on mine the whole time."Does it hurt?" he asked, voice so low it sounded like an apology."No. It's perfect."He kissed my forehead. My nose. My mouth. Slow. Like we had all the time in the world."I missed you so much," he murmured against my lips."Prove it."He kissed me again. Deeper. His tongue found mine, and I got lost in it. His hands slid over my body with a calm that almost hurt it felt so good. He touched every inch of my skin like he was discovering me all over again."You're even more beautiful than I remembered," he whispered."Liar.""Swear to God."He pushed inside me slow. Deep. We both groaned at the same time, and I closed my eyes. Every movement was a prayer. Every breath against my neck was a
PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL 25. One Wall Between Us
DIANA“What? You know the rain outside hasn’t stopped, right?” Francesco shot back. “The city’s a mess. They just messaged me.”Francesco lifted his chin, and I turned my gaze to Rocco, looking for a solution.“We’re going to have to spend the night in Rome. The rain hasn’t let up,” Rocco explai
PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL 24. “Let’s Go.”
DIANAI couldn’t wait for this lunch to be over so I could say goodbye to the boorish little man sitting across from me. Marry this middle-aged playboy? Alessandro had to be joking. I’d held myself back at least ten times this morning from slapping him across the face.But how was I going to make
PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL 23. She Doesn’t Bow
ROCCO“Speaking of convents, I can’t imagine the food there is anything to write home about.” Francesco paused, his expression dripping with condescension. “I mean, doesn’t look like you suffered much from a strict diet, am I right?” He laughed—a cold, hollow sound.“If you’re implying something
PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL 22. Watching Her Sit Across From Another Man
ROCCOWe pulled up to Il Reggente, one of those restaurants the Italian elite flock to in Rome. Sunlight poured through the massive windows, catching on the plants scattered around the place, the cream-colored couches, the marble tables surrounded by elegant chairs.My focus was on Diana. On her
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