Deathless & Divided (The Chicago War #1) (10 page)

“On the floor somewhere,” Tommas said, not moving his piercing gaze from Abriella. “She was dancing the last I saw.”

“Thanks,” Damian said.

“No problem, man. It’s only ten; Dino probably hasn’t starting flipping his shit that Lily didn’t show up home, yet.”

Damian waved his cousin’s statement off. No way in hell would Damian be able to take Lily home to her brother without Dino finding out what happened. Especially if Lily was drinking like Tommas said when he called earlier. Dino would not be happy about that bullshit. Better for Damian to get Lily to a safe place for the night and excuse it in the morning when he did get her back home.

“Didn’t you have that job tonight?” Tommas asked. “Poletti and all?”

Damian shrugged. “Yeah, but you called, so …”

More important things.

Plus, the night wasn’t exactly over. Damian could still get the hit in if the Poletti man stuck to his normal schedule. There was a certain art to being a hitman, after all. Watching your victims and planning before you struck was an important piece to the puzzle. The chance of leaving something behind or fucking up lessened.

Damian Rossi didn’t know how to do messy.

“Terrance isn’t going to like that, I suppose,” Tommas said.

“I’ll get it done.”

Tommas snatched the tumbler full of red liquid from Abriella’s hand just as she tried to take another drink. “Oh, I think you’ve had enough,
mia bella donna
.”

“Go to hell, Tommy.”

“Goddamn, Ella, you know I lo—”

Damian turned on his heel and walked away before he had to hear something else he didn’t want or need to know. He quickly slipped into the crowd of club goers, searching through the unfamiliar faces for the one he knew.

He was pretty damn sure Lily wouldn’t appreciate him just showing up and ordering her out of the club, but she didn’t give him much of a choice, really. It wasn’t Lily’s fault, as far as he was concerned. Abriella and Evelina knew better than to be kicking it in a club owned by a Mafioso. Their parents and the Outfit expected those girls to be above reproach at all times. There couldn’t be a single reason for gossip to start spreading.

They weren’t fucking angels. Damian didn’t pretend they were, but he didn’t want to see them getting in any kind of trouble because they wanted to have a little fun, either. Lily, especially. Since she was Damian’s fiancée—technically—Tommas called him first instead of Lily’s brothers. Damian was supposed to be looking out for Lily, it was one of Dino’s requests, but his week had been swamped with getting his plan perfected to fulfill Terrance’s order on the Poletti man.

Lily fell through the cracks.

Damian figured she would be okay for one damn week, but apparently not.

Damian, bothered when the people all but swallowed him whole, moved to the wall and walked alongside the less crowded space as his gaze scanned the floor. When he did finally find Lily, something unfamiliar burned hot and fast through his stomach.  It pooled there and threatened to overwhelm him with the sensation.

Lily danced with a man like they were cozy. His hands were on her body, grabbing at her waist and hip before traveling higher over the tight, black dress Lily wore. The guy’s hands might as well have been all over her, for fuck’s sake. The damn dress was short as fuck. Too short, maybe. Damian might have liked seeing the bodycon-style dress on her any other time, actually.

In fact, he might have really liked seeing her dance any other time, too.

Damian had to admit, Lily was one hell of a sexy sight.

She moved in time to the music perfectly, the sway and swell of her ass drawing in his gaze and holding it as the tempo picked up. With her hair in loose waves, the blonde strands covered her back and shoulders as she danced. A sly, almost coy, smile curved her lips into the sweetest grin while her dark eyes twinkled with a wicked gleam.

Yeah.

Sexy as fuck.

Her black dress hugged every curve. She showcased a toned, young figure made to fit a man’s hands. Not the ones holding her now, though.

Damian hadn’t expected to feel jealousy. Women weren’t property to be owned in his mind, even if the deal with Dino kind of put that situation on the table for him and Lily. Watching his fiancée dance with another man; seeing that man touch her … Damian couldn’t do that shit. Something in him burned like crazy, running straight out of control.

He decided in that moment, right then and fucking there, Lily DeLuca was his and she was damn well going to know it, too. Even if it took a bit of convincing to get her there.

When the man’s hand drove down Lily’s back, coming dangerously close to her ass as he pushed her smaller frame into his, Damian jolted forward. A harsh heat balled in his middle as his teeth and fists clenched.

“Whoa, too close,” Lily said, trying to take a step back from the guy.

She hadn’t even seen Damian coming.

Not yet, anyway.

“What the fuck do you mean, too close?” the guy asked. “We’re just dancing.”

“Your hands can stay off my ass,” Lily replied.

“Goal is to get you out of this dress—”

“That’s not going to happen. Back off a little, okay?”

He still wasn’t letting her go. He didn’t back off like she told him to, either.

Damian came up behind Lily, put a hand on her waist, and grabbed her tight. “Remove your hands from her body, or I will cut each of your fingers off and stuff them down your throat, asshole.”

Lily spun around, her brown eyes wide but dimmed with drink. Guessing by the tightness in her lips and the way her hand pressed on his midsection as if to push him away, she wasn’t pleased to see him show up. “Damian? What are you doing here?”

Damian didn’t pay her any mind. He was too busy staring down the fucker who looked like he was going to reach for Lily again.

“Go on, do that,” Damian goaded. “Touch her again, man. Let’s make my night perfect by spilling blood all over the floor of my cousin’s club. Here’s a fucking history lesson you ought to know before you go around handling females that don’t belong to you. Rossi. DeLuca. Trentini. Conti. Do those names ring any goddamn bells for you? This is Chicago—they’re the first names you grow up learning to stay the hell away from when you play on the streets.”

The man took a step back, his hands flying upward in a prone position. “Sorry, my bad.”

Damian laughed. “Yeah, that’s right. Get the hell out of here and don’t make me ask again.”

Lily’s lips popped open as she turned to watch the man slip into the crowd of moving bodies. Nobody seemed to notice a thing out of place.

“Damian!” Her tiny fist smacked his chest hard. Pretty brown eyes glared up at him with a fierceness that said she was ready for a fight. “You … you …”

“What?” he asked.

“Oh, my God. Why would you do that?”

Damian lifted a single shoulder. “He shouldn’t be touching you, Lily. You shouldn’t be surprised.”

“We were just dancing,” she half-cried. “And you … you come in here like you own me or something.”

“You’re my fiancée. That means I—”

“Fuck you,” Lily spat, sneering. Disgust colored her words thick. “No man owns me, Damian. Not you or anybody else.”

“It’s not about owning you, Lily. It’s about the respect. And if you want to go out and drink, party, or do whatever, you need to make sure you’ve got the proper chaperone with you. Especially now that you’re set to be married to me. Evelina and Abriella might run around behind everybody’s backs doing whatever in the hell they want to do, but you know better, and frankly, so do they.”

Lily’s fists met her hips. “Says who?”

“Me. Dino. Any man in the Outfit.”

“Screw the Outfit. I’m twenty-one-years-old. I stopped needing to check in for permission when I hit eighteen.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but it doesn’t work that way. We’re trying to keep you out of trouble here. Don’t you get that?”

“No.” Lily’s laugh was full of scorn. “What I get is you thinking you’ve got some kind of say on the things I do or don’t do. Reality check, Damian. You don’t. At all.”

Lily spun on her high stiletto heels. Damian didn’t let her get too far. He caught a shrieking Lily around the waist, picked her up as she fought against his hold, and cradled her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing more than a bag of flowers.

“You’re a bastard,” Lily hissed, smacking the spot between his shoulder blades with her opened palm.

“Ouch, hit a little lower. I didn’t know you liked it rough.”

Lily stilled in his grasp before her wiggling started up again. “You’re …
impossible
.”

“You’ll grow to like it.”

“I doubt it,” Lily bit out.

Damian ignored the curious gazes watching them as he strolled through the swarm of people separating on the floor while he walked past.

“I look like a child, put me down right now,” Lily ordered. “I can walk, you know.”

“No, if you act like a child, you’ll be treated like one.”

“Damian!”

“How many drinks did you have?” he asked.

“A few.”

“A few?”

Lily huffed, pressing the perky mounds of her tits into his shoulder. “You’re not my goddamn babysitter, Damian. You can’t tell me how much I can or can’t drink. This is undignified. Put me down.”

“Would you rather I call Dino to come get you?”

Lily froze. “No.”

“Stop fighting and let me get you out of here, then.”

“Fine,” Lily said quietly, all the fight in her voice gone.

“Seriously, how many drinks?” Damian asked as a familiar bouncer waved him through the front entrance.

“Five, maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Definitely not seven,” Lily muttered.

Damian chuckled and he felt Lily tense all over as the sound rocked her body against his. “Why the party tonight?”

“Abriella suggested it earlier. Trying to get my mind off things.”

“The wedding?” Damian asked.

“Something like that,” Lily replied under her breath. Damian felt Lily’s elbow dig into his shoulder as she propped her hand into her palm. “Who called you?”

“Tommas.”

“Little rat.”

Damian didn’t grace that with a response. The late June air outside of the club was cooler than inside, packed with all those drunk, dancing people. Lily sucked in a huge breath as Damian strolled across the parking lot with her still slung over his shoulder. At least she’d stopped fighting. He appreciated that.

“Did you tell Dino or Theo?” Lily asked.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my responsibility,” Damian answered honestly.

“Since when?”

“Since we became engaged.”

Lily made a disgruntled noise under her breath. “Great.”

Damian had parked his car at the far end of the parking lot. He walked the dark space in silence, letting Lily’s attitude and anger bounce off him. The girl could have her feelings—he didn’t begrudge her right to them as far as that went. What he did hope was that she would eventually settle herself to the idea of their marriage.

It was for life, after all.

Neither of them got much of a choice in the matter.

Damian would like for his future wife to tolerate him, in the very least. He didn’t want to live the next fifty or sixty years in a household like the ones he grew up in with the couples fighting all the fucking time and hating one another.

Frowning, Damian tried to shake those thoughts off. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he liked Lily a great deal. He’d started to remember more and more flickers of memories from when they were younger and he used to chum around with Theo. Lily DeLuca was a sweet, honest piece of Damian’s past he’d forgotten about.

Lily’s fingers drumming on the back of Damian’s neck brought him out of his inner turmoil.

“So, what difference would it make if you told my brothers I was out partying without a babysitter, anyway?”

“Well, for one, you were just having some innocent fun. I don’t fault you for being young and wanting to go out with friends. Dino might not see it the same way, is all. Except that asshole you were dancing with. That’s unacceptable, Lily. I won’t stand for that.”

Lily snorted. “We were dancing. It was nothing.”

Damian’s grip around her waist tightened like he didn’t want to let her go. “He was touching you. His hands were on you. That can’t happen again.”

Her voice went lower when she said, “I told him to back off.”

“And he didn’t.”

“And then you acted like a damned barbarian,” Lily said.

Damian could practically feel her eyes rolling.

“Listen, if you want to go out, we’ll do that. You just have to ask or tell me. Whatever. I don’t care. But you can’t be going out like that alone. It doesn’t look good on your brothers or me for you to be kicking it free without someone—”

“Babysitting me,” Lily interrupted, clearly annoyed.

“I’m trying here,” Damian said softly. “The least you could do is try, too.”

He had a feeling it wouldn’t work out that way, though.

Lily mumbled something unintelligible under her breath.

“What was that?” Damian asked.

“Nothing.”

Damian used his free hand to tickle up the side of Lily’s calf. She couldn’t have hid her breathless giggle even if she tried. “Do I have to ask you again?”

“Mr. I-don’t-like-to-repeat-myself, huh?”

“Caught that, did you?”

“Yes,” Lily said. “You didn’t have to scare him off, you know. I was doing just fine by myself, Damian.”

“Well, I didn’t fucking like it, all right? Maybe you could have handled it, but I did, so let’s move on.”

Lily hummed under her breath, the sound coming off playful and teasing. Maybe that was the alcohol in her system making her do it, but Damian liked to hear it all the same. “Oh?”

“Yeah, don’t think on it too hard.”

“You know …” Lily poked Damian in the back as he came up to the side of his Porsche. “… Abriella said something to me today.”

Damian fought the urge to scoff. Abriella Trentini said a lot of things. Nearly getting his girl in some kind of trouble put Abriella on the top of Damian’s shit-list. Sure, Lily was an adult capable of making her own good or bad decisions, but Abriella damn well knew better.