Sequel to "Saved by the Devil"
It's been 729 days since Diavolo DeLuca held the lifeless body of his wife in his arms. It's been 729 days since Diavolo DeLuca felt his world slipping through his fingers. It's been 729 days and due to lack of strengh...
When I entered the kitchen, out of breath, I found Vera behind the kitchen island, wearing a Versace black cardigan holding her tits inside by two safety pins, a mini denim skirt, and a pair of knee-high leather platform boots; the woman looks stunning but this could blow our cover.
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"Morning, Diavolo," Vera said with a smile. "I was working downstairs when your family got here so I thought it would only be appropriate, as your guest, to help you," she placed down a plate of French toast in front of Aldria.
"She's a lovely business partner," Elena wiggled her eyebrows.
"You should see her running her business," I grinned "a tycoon if I've ever known one."
"Well, it's fun threatening men by just being your intelligent self," Vera shrugged.
"I adore her," my sister stated.
I cleared my throat "Vera, would you mind accompanying me downstairs? I just got a call from our associate and need to run something by you."
"It's breakfast time, Iavo," my sister scolded with annoyance.
"It is indeed and I don't think we should disrespect your family in such a manner so why don't we take care of it afterward?" Vera said with a smile. "Work can wait."
