Stefano DeLuca

Stefano DeLuca By M’Renee Allen Copyright page –––––––– 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. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author/publisher. Copyright © 2023 All Rights Reserved By M’Renee Allen. Cover by Cosmic Letters Edited by Gina Fiserova Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page Stefano DeLuca | By M’Renee Allen Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty- Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Thank You! About the author Savage Bosses Stefano DeLuca By M’Renee Allen Two broken souls collide in this Dark Mafia Romance They call him the Silent Beast. His name strikes fear in the hearts of his enemies, and they shudder at the thought of him. He’s a ruthless savage who’s earned the right to be called a DeLuca. Like the rest of his family, he fears no one. That is until a 5’6 assassin with tantalizing curves and a mean right hook crashes into his life, awaking a part of him he thought long dead, his heart. She brings with her a list of enemies almost as long as his own. Like him, she’s at ease in the shadows and thrives in the darkness. Together they make up one beautiful disaster. The silent beast and his beautiful assassin will make their enemies regret coming after them, and along the way, they’ll experience a love neither of them dreamed possible. Find out what happens when one dark soul falls in love with another dark soul when you read, Stefano DeLuca. Chapter One Two weeks ago. Chicago, Illinois Sienna –––––––– Sweat beaded her forehead as she stitched up her wound. Gritting her teeth, her hand trembled slightly when she pushed the needle into her skin. If she didn’t hurry up, she’d pass out before she was done sewing up the stab wound on her side. She pulled the needle out, then pushed it in again. Her eyes burned from the sweat dripping into them. No matter what happened, she couldn’t close her eyes. Not yet. If she did, she might not open them again... ever! And if she passed out before she’d finished her task, she would bleed out while unconscious. Sienna pushed the needle into her skin for the final time. This time, when she pulled it out, she cut the thread, then tied the end into a triple knot before cutting off the slack. Still not done, she reached for the bottle of vodka next to her. With her hands covered in blood, it was a struggle to get the bottle open. Had she been thinking straight, she would’ve opened the bottle before she started sewing herself up. Now, her hand kept slipping on the cap. “Fuck!” Sienna whispered, resisting the urge to smash the bottle into the ground. Inhaling deeply, she exhaled slowly before giving herself a mini pep talk. Focus, Sienna. You got this. You’ve got to have this because there’s no one here to help you. In the past, she’d had her bestie around to help stitch up her wounds. Now, she was all alone. Blinking back tears, she recited the remaining names on her kill list as she finally got the cap off and began pouring the alcohol over her stitches. The more it burned, the faster she recited the names, repeating them over and over again. Only three names remained on her list. The other seven were already deceased. The remaining three would’ve died tonight if her informant hadn’t switched sides on her. The intel he’d provided her had been correct. So had the intel he’d given her enemies about her. Fucking double-crosser. Her enemies had been waiting for her. They’d waited until she was inside their restaurant, posing as a waitress, before having their gunmen surround her. If it wasn’t for the bombs she’d planted before the restaurant opened that day, she wouldn’t have gotten out alive. Unfortunately, one of their goons had been waiting outside for her. He was the one who’d gifted her with this nasty stab wound. As a thank you, she’d used that same knife to slit his throat. Sienna sighed, wishing it was her target’s throat she’d slit instead of one of their goons. If it wasn’t for her bitch ass informant, tonight, she would’ve offed the O’Callaghan don and his two sons. They were the last three people who had beef with her and her best friend, Eden. Correction! Her friend went by Eve now. Sienna really needed to remember that. Especially since she would be traveling to Italy soon to meet up with her. She’d hoped to make the trip after she’d cleaned up their past. Tonight’s failure had done the exact opposite. It had dirtied things up even more. The O’Callaghans weren’t the type of family to let things slide. They would come for her. The last thing she needed was an Irish crime family on her ass. Sienna swayed, vision blurring. Blinking rapidly to clear things up, she took a swig of the liquor, then poured more over her wound. Her attempt to rip a clean piece of her shirt off to cover her wound failed. She was too weak to tear the fabric. The effort her attempt took caused her vision to blur again. This time, no amount of blinking could clear it. Sienna felt like she was falling. The