Waste of Worth: The Deluca Duet, Part One
by Bethany-Kris
DeLuca Duet #1
Publication Date: January 9, 2017
Genres: Adult, Mafia, Romance, Organized Crime
Book Description:
DeLuca Duet, Part One
Ask anyone and they will all say the same thing about just who Dino DeLuca is. A criminal, the son of a traitor, and a mafia Capo who can’t be trusted. His past has shaped his life, creating demons he can’t escape from that live in his mind day and night.
He is all too aware of just how people see him.
Closed off.
Cold.
Different.
He doesn’t care—keeping people out means no one can get close enough to hurt him again, and he already has one too many monsters with their claws stuck in his back that he’s still fighting off. His walls are so high, no one is climbing over them. Or so he thinks …
Karen came into his life like a spring shower, her light shining through the darkness and making him see something other than the hell that surrounded him for so long. She doesn’t know who he is or what he has done to become the man he is today. If he can help it, she’ll never know, and his monsters will never hurt her.
She sees his differences as beauty.
She never asks for more.
She is perfect.
The problem with happiness for Dino DeLuca is that his monsters don’t mind taking away what makes him happy. After all, what isn’t given cannot be kept.
These lessons will be the hardest he has ever learned.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The DeLuca Duet is a two book tale following the same couple through their journey. It is a standalone Duet that can be read independently with a HEA ending.
EXCERPT:
Memories
could make a monster out of a man.
There
were times that seemed harder to deal with than others; a passing moment that
could make Dino DeLuca’s chest tighten in pain, or his fists clench in anger.
The
sound of metal being dropped was one of the worst. He swore he could feel his
back bruising and bleeding all over again at the simple tinging tone.
Whispered
words made him jumpy—paranoid.
Whispers were good for nothing but taunting, and he didn’t want to hear those
mocking words anymore.
Had enough yet?
Learn to follow directions, Dino.
It should fucking hurt, kid.
The
stench of vomit, clinging to the air and seemingly never letting go, would make
his panic rush into overdrive, overwhelming him with an almost sense of
itchiness all over his skin. As if the vomit was still soaked and dripping off
his clothes in the darkness as he sobbed in a dank basement, curled in a corner
and fighting off another round of sickness.
The
reactions always came so swiftly they surprised him no matter the time or
place. His memories weren’t much different when it came right down to it.
These
times were the most difficult for Dino.
Those
times came at night.
When
the lights were off …
When
the apartment was quiet …
When it
was just him and his monsters …
When he
was alone.
The
most frightening thing about monsters was the fact that they could be anybody.
The old man sitting outside the pizzeria, tipping his hat at the ladies passing
by. The young woman on the city bus with her hair bleached white and her gaze
distant, staring at anything but
anyone. The mother pushing a stroller down the street, oblivious but focused.
Or a
monster could be the man dressed in three-piece suit stepping out of the restaurant
he owns, the ring of his key fob for his white Bentley spinning circles as he
whistled Ave Maria on his way to
church.
Dino
caught sight of the lower portion of his reflection in the darkly tinted glass
of his Bentley’s window.
He
managed a smile.
It was
more like a smirk.
Fact
was, the expression he wore was neither. Dino found it incredibly hard to
smile—something that came so easy for others was foreign to him. When he did
try, it came off as a grimacing grin and that worked its way into a sneer.
Or a
smirk.
He
liked that better.
It was manageable.
The
monster was definitely the man
wearing the three-piece suit with the key fob in his hand, staring at himself
in the window, Dino knew.
Slipping
into the SUV, the noise of the busy Chicago city street was silenced instantly
as Dino turned on his vehicle and checked his rearview mirror before he could
pull out onto the road.
He
regretted choosing the rearview almost immediately.
While
his reflection in the window of his car had been partly obscured by the shadows
of trees providing shade to the sidewalk, it was not concealed at all in the
rearview mirror.
Dino
didn’t like mirrors.
He
didn’t like the face staring back at him.
The
soulless brown gaze, emotionless expression, and silence was more than enough
to make him look away.
Except
he couldn’t.
Under
the right edge of his strong jaw was a three inch scar that started
three-quarters of the way up his throat and stopped just before his ear. The
broad slope of his nose had the slightest crook in the middle. Sometimes the
left side of his jaw ached when it rained.
Those
were the obvious things—marks, scars, and reminders he could pick out instantly
when faced with his reflection. The longer he stared at himself, the more he
would find.
It
was—without meaning to be—the most dangerous game he could play with himself.
Church, he told himself.
You need to be seen at church.
It was
only the ringing of his phone that finally drove his gaze away from the
rearview mirror, making him check the caller ID, and breaking his cycle of
self-loathing.
Dino
was grateful for that.
Not so
much the caller that interrupted him.
Sighing,
he connected the call through Bluetooth as he pulled out onto the road.
“DeLuca
here,” Dino answered.
“Why
the fuck is Riley Conti calling me
with demands about you, Dino?”
Dino
counted back from five silently before he answered his younger brother. “Theo,
good morning to you, too. Are you at church? I’m headed that way. We can talk
then.”
“Dino—”
“Church,
man.”
Dino let
the call drop.
Theo
wouldn’t say two words to Dino at the church and he knew it for a fact. When it
came to the public, Theo and Dino were constantly apart from one another—on
opposite sides of the room where they didn’t have to speak.
It was
the easiest way for Dino to handle Theo DeLuca.
Maybe
that made him a coward.
The
brothers’ history together was not an easy one, not when it had been shadowed
by the death of their parents, and then the events that followed the murders.
Unlike Dino, who learned quickly that trust was a beautiful myth in their
lifestyle and in the Chicago Outfit, Theo was of a more stubborn mindset.
And so,
the two were distant.
Dino
tried with Theo, but it never really seemed to help the relationship.
He was
all too aware that his younger brother blamed him for things that had been out
of his control, though Theo thought his older sibling could have handled the
past far better.
He
probably could have—should have.
Dino
thought he had, honestly. He’d taken years of abuse from the hands of their
uncle Ben after their parents’ deaths. He’d lived separately from the family,
sure, but he was not exempt from the beatings and the manipulation.
Of
course, that was a story for another day.
If Dino
got his wish, that day would never come.
Another
call rang through to Dino’s cell phone.
He
checked the caller ID again.
Ben
DeLuca, it read.
Dino
didn’t pick up the call, still driving toward the church.
He
would see Ben soon enough.
Without
even being told, Dino was already aware he would suffer for not picking up the
call.
Years
had passed since he’d suffered some form of physical harm from his uncle’s hard
hand.
Years.
Dino’s
chest tightened at the thought.
Truth
was, he still wasn’t exempt from the manipulation.
Not
when he was constantly haunted with it all.
He
still wasn’t free.
Worth of Waste: The Deluca Duet, Part Two
by Bethany-Kris
DeLuca Duet #2
Publication Date: February 6, 2017
Genres: Adult, Mafia, Romance, Organized Crime
Book Description:
DeLuca Duet, Part Two
The Chicago Mob is the same as it has always been—violent, greedy, and excessive. The Outfit families have turned their backs when they were needed the most one too many times, but Dino DeLuca didn’t expect anything different.
His whole life has been lived for the Outfit—for his family.
He has a whole new set of reasons to live and fight now.
Karen Martin makes Dino change all the rules.
He’s finally ready to show everyone just how much waste is truly worth in the mafia, and just how far one will go for freedom from it all.
He’s learned these lessons well.
Too well.
Author’s Note: The DeLuca Duet is a standalone duet with a HEA ending that can be read independently.
About the Author:
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
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