Marco DeLuca

Marco DeLuca SAVAGE BLOODLINE SERIES –––––––– By Cassie Verano HIS LOYALTY TO THE family is unparalleled. However, when someone murders the woman he’s pledged his life to, Marco will get revenge, sanctioned or unsanctioned. Setting off on a deadly trail of retribution to avenge her murder and cleanse his conscious causes him to cross paths with someone from his past.The only woman he could ever be faithful to is the one he vowed to stay away from.Get ready for the shakedown! There’s more jaw-dropping action and panty-wetting moans. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED This eBook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and situations are complete creative works of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this book or any portion thereof is prohibited. 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Copyright © 2022 Cassie Verano All Rights Reserved Contact Me: [email protected] Printed in the United States of America Contents CHAPTER 1 – MARCO CHAPTER 2 –PIPER CHAPTER 3 – MARCO (6 Weeks Later) CHAPTER 4 – GRAZIELLA CHAPTER 5 – PIPER CHAPTER 6 – MARCO CHAPTER 7 – MARCO CHAPTER 8 – MARCO CHAPTER 9 – PIPER CHAPTER 10 – MARCO CHAPTER 11 – MARCO CHAPTER 12 – MARCO CHAPTER 13 – MARCO CHAPTER 14 – MARCO CHAPTER 15 – PIPER CHAPTER 16 – PIPER CHAPTER 17 – MARCO CHAPTER 18 – PIPER CHAPTER 19 – MARCO CHAPTER 20 – PIPER CHAPTER 21 - PIPER CHAPTER 22 – MARCO CHAPTER 23 – PIPER CHAPTER 24 – MARCO (Epilogue – 14 Months Later) ITALIAN TRANSLATION OTHER BOOKS BY CASSIE VERANO JOIN MY MAILING LIST ABOUT CASSIE ACKNOWLEDGMENTS CHAPTER 1 – MARCO “Baby, do you have to leave?” Serena whines, pulling me back into the bed. She spreads her legs wide, and I nestle my bulk between her thick thighs and bury my face between her tits. My hand plasters against her heat, and I insert one finger inside her, smiling at her moans. Knowing she loves this, I insert two more, pumping into her heat at an erratic pace. My teeth bite down on her nipple causing her to arch off the bed. “Marco! Mmm, it feels so good,” she moans. When she’s finished, I sit back on the bed and suck her juices from my fingers before I wink and say, “Good night.” “I thought you were staying?” she pouts. “Serena, I told you I have to go home. I’ve got a wife,” I say as I climb off the bed and get dressed. “And I have a husband,” she points out. I smirk as I pull on my dress shirt. “A very rich, very old husband who only married you so he wouldn’t die alone. The poor bastard’s what...eighty?” “He’s seventy-six, and he’s a sweetheart.” “Yeah, but you and I don’t got the same fucking commitments. He knows he can’t get you off. He was never interested in that. You two don’t even fucking love each other. Hell, he gave you a free pass to fuck anybody you choose.” “You love her?” she asks, sitting up in bed and pulling the covers up to her breasts. “That’s beside the point.” “No, it’s not, Marco. Do you love her?” Shrugging, I sniff. “Always have. You know that. She was my friend before she was my wife. I will never forget that.” “I don’t understand your marriage, Marco. You cheat, and she doesn’t care but you say you love each other. It makes no sense!” she rants before switching to Spanish. Serena is half Italian and half Dominican. She was born in the Dominican Republic, moved to the States when she was ten, then to Italy with her mother at eighteen, and this is where she’s remained. “Serena, I’m not fucking doing this with you tonight,” I snarl, grabbing my suit jacket off the back of the chair and heading for the front door. “Marco! If it’s not your wife, it’s some other bitch! You don’t think I smell their cunt on you when you leave their house and come to me?” I glance at her over my shoulder. “Why do you think I always shower when I get here? I shower before fucking you. After I fuck you, I’ll go home and shower again.” “And what? Then fuck your wife?” “Not your business.” I make my way from the guest cottage where Serena lives to the front of my brother’s mansion where my car is parked and hop inside. The last thing I want to do is argue with a bitch who doesn’t have my last name. I like Serena well enough, but I’ve told her one too many times that I don’t owe her an explanation. If we have this conversation again, I’ll have to cut ties with her. My mind goes over my upcoming trip to America. Father expects nothing from me. He has high expectations and standards for Alessandro, Massimo, Tony, and even Niccolò, but he expects nothing of me. I sneer and open my window, spitting out of it at the thought of our fractured relationship. Alessandro has fallen into his good graces lately which isn’t easy. I think that has something to do with his wife, Mila, and their two children, Bianca and Aris. He’s proud of them. We all are. He sees me as a failure for not giving him grandchildren before now to extend the empire built between the DeLucas and the Morettis, my wife’s family. My mind turns over the news I received two days ago, and I know my father will be proud. Except I won’t live a lie, not again. When I pull up to the mansion, I see that the downstairs and Graziella’s bedroom lights are still on. That means that