《PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL》全部章節：第 101 章 - 第 110 章

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

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

DIANAThe sun hadn't even fully risen yet when I looked at myself in the beach house mirror.The dress was simple. Thin straps, white fabric flowing light to my feet, nothing too tight, nothing too fitted. My seven-month belly made the fabric pull a little across the front, and I loved that. Didn't want to hide it. Wanted to show it. This baby was part of our story, and he deserved to be there, that day, like that.Maria walked in without knocking, her eyes glossy with a smile."You look beautiful, girl." She pressed a hand to her chest like she might cry. "Rocco's a lucky man to have a bride this gorgeous.""I agree!" I said, and she grinned.I walked down the wooden stairs barefoot, feeling the fine sand between my toes. The sky was painted pink and orange—one of those Hawaiian sunrises that look like they came straight out of a dream. The air smelled like salt, like flowers, like a beginning.Luca was right by the entrance, fixing his light blue tie with this goofy concentrated loo

ROCCOI pressed both hands to the back of my neck. My head was about to explode.That's when Luca appeared in the doorway, gasping for air."The plane's here! The pilot managed to come early! He's at the helipad, ready to take off."I didn't even think. I scooped Diana into my arms—she weighed less than she should, her body limp, her eyes half-open—and ran down the stairs. Maria followed with a bag of towels and whatever little we had.Diana groaned when I set her in the jet's seat."Rocco... it hurts so much...""I know, baby. I know. We're almost there. Stay with me. Stay awake for me."She tried. She really tried. But halfway there, when Hawaii was already appearing on the horizon, her eyes closed.Her face went slack. Her hand, which had been squeezing mine, loosened."Diana?" I called. "Diana!"She didn't answer."Fuck! Wake up, baby! Wake up!"Maria put her hand to Diana's neck."She passed out, Rocco. Her pulse is weak."The jet touched down on a runway in Honolulu. An ambulanc

DIANAThe hospital light was too white.That was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes.The second was the smell.That clean, terrifying scent of places where life and death dance hand in hand.The third was him.Rocco sat in a plastic chair beside my bed, his body slumped, head thrown back, mouth slightly open. He slept like someone who hadn't slept in days—heavy, deep, as if he'd collapsed right there. Dark circles stood out against pale skin. His stubble had grown wild and unchecked. One of his hands still held mine, even in sleep.I looked at that hand.Big fingers, calloused knuckles, tattoos crawling up his arms and disappearing under the sleeve of a rumpled gray shirt.I tried to sit up.My body screamed.A dull, throbbing pain spread through my abdomen like someone had shoved a hot iron inside me. My hand went to my stomach—empty. Flat. Different."Easy," Rocco's rough voice cut through the silence.He was already awake.Those green eyes—red, actually, from exhaustio