Nazario "Neo" DeLuca

Nazario Deluca C.D. SAMUDA ADRIANO DELUCA SAVAGE BLOODLINE SERIES Published by Yorkside Press All rights reserved. Copyright © 2022 by C.D. SAMUDA This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part, by mimeograph or any other means, without the expressed permission of the author or publisher. For information contact: Author contact: www.cd-samuda.com [email protected] https://facebook.com/cdsamuda WARNING This book contains situations and language suitable for adults only. May contain instances of violence. This is a work of fiction. CONTENTS Introduction to Nazario “Neo” DeLuca Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Two days ago… Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Somewhere in Bronte… Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Three days later… Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Meanwhile a few minutes away … Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Prologue Introduction to Nazario “Neo” DeLuca Neo knocked the office door and waited until he heard the professor bade him enter. Stepping into the room, he turned the lock and listened to the soft click. The professor was sitting at her desk, her soft eyes questioningly travelling over his face, a small frown distorting her usually smooth forehead. It was a small office at the back of the Languages faculty building with one small window high on the wall to the left. A desk sat in the center of the room with a filing cabinet to the back, a chair directly facing her across from the desk, and a cooler in one corner were what made up the furniture in the room. “Non è necessario bloccare la porta, Nazario,” she said. (You do not need to lock the door.) “Si, faccio (Yes, I do),” he replied with a smile. “So che volevi parlarmi dei miei voti in inglese? (I understand you wanted to talk to me about my English grades?)” “Non sarai in grado di recuperare il credist in tempo per passare questa classe (You won’t be able to make up the credits in time to pass this class),” she replied. “Hai saltato un bel numero di lezioni questo semester (You have skipped quite a number of classes this semester).” “Is that so Professor?” he asked, switching to English. “What do you suggest?” Her eyes widened, expressing her surprise that he spoke English so well. Neo grew up bilingual, speaking his native language of Italian, English from his mother’s side of family, and learning French and Korean also from his very brilliant fashionista mother. This young man wasn’t failing his major because he was inept, he was failing because he didn’t think it was necessary, with his family’s name, to study or take anything in his life seriously. He knew that at some point in the near future he would inherit Adriano Deluca’s empire, given that his older brother Giannino had no desire to work in the family business. Neo had always gotten what he wanted, received the best of everything as the son of Melody and Adriano. And since his older brother was always travelling, his parents doled out double the attention to make up for what Nino was missing. Being a spoiled brat was an understatement. Not only that, he knew how to work his six foot three inches, broad shoulders, angular jawline and scrumptious smile to his advantage. His curly dark hair, hazel eyes and luscious pouting lips was a talking point between the women, and even some of the men at his university. Neo was the Italian stud of Adriano Deluca, mixed with the Black beauty that was Melody, making him quite the irresistible center of attention in any circle. Since discovering that he had an above average size dick and that women would do anything to sleep with a DeLuca, he’d been whipping it left, right, and center every chance he got since he was around fourteen years old. Now he was planning on whipping it with his professor. Normally he wouldn’t care that he was about to fail university, but he promised Nino he would do well to graduate this year. After taking off time to galivant and travel the greater part of Asia after high school, he was forced to buckle down and get his Bachelor of Arts Degree in order to prepare him to take over the family business. Neo saw things differently. He thought that with his background and charm, he didn’t need to have a diploma, and he was only doing this because of his brother’s influence. “So, professor, what do you suggest?” he repeated, coming closer to the desk. “Short of repeating your major, I don’t see what else you can do. I also understand you are not only failing my class, but most of your other courses as well.” When he reached her desk, he perched his ass on the edge. She looked at him with a slight frown, her dark brown eyes puzzled. Neo’s eyes trailed over her oval face with almond shaped eyes, accentuated by her dark shadow. She was a very attractive woman in her late thirties, maybe early forties, with ample breasts and lustrous olive skin. Her blonde hair was up in a bun and her black rimmed glasses perched on her nose. “I’m sure there is something I can do to make it happen,” he responded. “Without a miracle, I doubt that.” Reaching out, he removed her glasses, closed it and gently set it down on the surface of the wooden desk. There was hardly any space as the top was scattered with papers she was marking. She gasped and tried to grab for the glasses, but he took hold of her hand instead. “I’m one to believe in miracles, Professor Sabelli,” he crooned in English, kissing the palm of her hand. She gasped. “What are you doing, Nazario?” “Making that miracle happen,” he droned, as he reached up and removed the pin that held her bun in place. “You’re such a beautiful woman, Professor, why do you hide behind these hideous glasses?” She rose from her chair