•Diavolo DeLuca•

Davina has been quiet all car ride long, her eyes are locked on her hands which are clean. I imagine she can't stop reliving the moment; I already sent her therapist the plane because Davina kept on saying she wants to stay before we hopped in the car.

The car stopped in front of the house and Davina immediately hopped off, cradling her belly "Bunny!" I rushed after her.

My wife turned around "Wait for me here," she placed her hands on my chest. "Just wait."

"Bunny, I don't want you to be alo—"

"Please, just sit down and wait for me," she was pleading with her eyes.

A deep sigh left my mouth "Okay, bunny."

Davina turned around and walked in the direction of the master bedroom. I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, and went to sit on the grey sofa.

The situation is already being handled, they're making it look like a burglary gone wrong. Fuck. This is messy but I can't blame Davina for that...those monsters sold her. Honestly, I would've done the same but with a silencer. Anyway, when did she practice her aim? It was impeccable—

"Diavolo," my head turned to the left to look at Davina who was standing there, utterly naked except for a pair of black stockings up to her mid-thigh and the Louboutin heels I just bought her.

"Bunny..." my throat went dry as she approached me with a little smirk on her face. "That smirk is gonna get you fucked."

"That's exactly what I need," she carefully straddled me. "Come on, daddy, let's have some fun," her fingers nimbly unbuttoned my shirt.

This is not what she needs; she needs to cry all her anguish, anger and grief out or shoot something unanimated to let it all out...

"Davina," a deep sigh left my mouth "as much as I would like to have sex with you, we shouldn't," with my hands, I gently pushed away hers.

Her mood instantly changed "I don't want to talk about it, Diavolo," she shook her head as her eyes fell to her fidgety fingers. "They deserved it, you know that..."

"I do know that, bunny," I screwed the lid back on and placed it down on the sofa before grabbing the end of a blanket which I used to cover her. "I also know that taking a life takes a toll on the person."

Davina glanced at me with tears in her eyes "I just wanted to punish them for everything they put me through..."

"I'm not mad, bunny," I gently pinched her chin to make her look at me. "I just want you to let everything out, to cry if you need to or scream—"

"I mourned losing my parents a long time ago," she interrupted. "On the plane ride I was sure that playing strong wouldn't work and that I would end up wanting to forgive them but when I saw them I felt nothing but anger and disgust."

A deep sigh left my mouth "I know the feeling, bunny," I cupped her cheeks.

"Elena told me..." she said.

Fucking Elena.

"What did she tell you?" I acted confused.

"What your dad did and everything after it," she said softly. "I'm sorry, baby."

A deep sigh left my mouth "Elena shouldn't have told you."

"She just wanted me to understand you better," my wife cupped my cheeks. "We don't have to talk about it right now."

"Let's not," I smiled weakly. "Why don't you go change and I can teach you to make pizza?"

"Okay, baby," the woman pecked my lips before getting up on her feet. "We both had fucked up parents but we are going to be great parents to our little peach," a smile formed on her lips before she walked away. 

•Davina DeLuca•

After changing into a lilac knitted sweater, light grey oversized joggers, white socks and black Birkenstocks; I made my way downstairs to find my husband organizing the ingredients for the pizza on the kitchen island.

"I'm ready," a soft smile played on my lips as I stood beside him, looking at the variety of ingredients we have for toppings. "I want mushrooms, Italian sausage and pepperoni." What I told Diavolo is the truth; I don't feel anything because a bullet to the head was the easy way out and now that they're gone, I can live a more peaceful life with my husband and baby.

"Perfect," he pecked the top of my head before placing an apron on me. "We don't want you getting that five-hundred dollar sweater dirty," my husband chuckled, standing behind me to secure the apron.

"You'll buy me a new one if I ruin it," I looked at him over my shoulder with a cheeky smirk.

"I'll give you your own card so you don't need me," he pecked the side of my neck. "Now, let's begin. First we are going to combine flour, yeast, sugar, salt, dried basil and garlic powder in this bowl," he placed the bowl in front of me.

I nodded "How much flour?"

"A cup," he replied, throwing on the same apron as mine.

"Who taught you how to make pizza, baby?" I opened the little sack of flour with my hands.

He softly chuckled, standing beside me "My dad's dad had a trattoria in Naples and every Christmas we would fly there and have the family dinner at the restaurant. My nonno and my siblings would always take care of dinner," Diavolo looked at the ingredients on the table with such love in his eyes. "Cooking for my siblings every day is what got me through the situation," he gazed at me with a light smile.

"So your grandfather gave up the family business to do what he loved?" I rubbed his back gently.

My husband nodded "He lost nonna when my aunt Monica was born and even though he loved his children more than anything, what got him out of bed every morning was his trattoria."

"You love him very much, don't you?"

"He was more of a dad to me than my biological father," his left arm went around my waist to pull me close. "Let's make dinner, bunny."

I nodded with a smile "Yes, baby," I stood on my tip toes to peck his lips.

For the next 10 minutes we mixed ingredients and talked about where should we go next since we still have a lot of honeymoon left. He told me that he wants to show little coast towns of Italy in his yacht. A yacht. My husband owns a yacht. I know it shouldn't be a surprise to me but he lives in New York (in a suburb, away from civilization and bodies of water), why would he need a yacht? And where the fuck is this yacht?

"Where's the yacht?" I asked as he covered the oiled bowl with the dough in it with plastic wrap.

"His name is Aquus and he's in Como, Italy," he replied.

A big smile appeared on my lips "Italy."

"Yes, bunny," he glanced at me with a grin. "Your favorite place in the world," my husband picked up the bowl. "I'm going to leave this in the bedroom, you pick something to watch while we wait for the dough to rise."

He said it needs to be somewhere warm and since the bedroom is smaller than this open space, it will work better with the help of the heating system. When my hubby came back, I had already picked something to watch; a show called Money Heist and since it's in Spanish, we need English subtitles (I do because Diavolo speaks Spanish) which helps me practice my reading.

For 30 minutes we watched TV and the show is actually great, besides, I was able to read all the subtitles which made everything more sweet.

Diavolo went to go get the dough so we could continue making dinner, although I wanted him to finish it so I could keep on watching the show but he showed me his charming smile to convince me to go and knead the dough.

My husband was caging me from behind as we knead the dough together which was actually really romantic and sexy "Good girl, bunny," he whispered into my ear before pecking the side of my neck.

"Thank you, baby," I bit my lip, being extremely conscious of his body against mine. I have to stop thinking about sex, like not forever, but all the time. It's just that I'm so excited to be having sex and enjoy it...it had always been something negative for me but Diavolo has turned it into something so sacred and immaculate that I want to do it every second of the day.

"Bunny?"

"Yes, handsome?" I inquired as he stopped our hands.

"I was wondering where would you like to go for your birthday," he moved to stand beside me.

"Oh," I blushed "well, I don't know. It hadn't crossed my mind that it would be up to me since you planned the honeymoon."

Diavolo chuckled softly "Well, a lot of unexpected things have happened and I wanted it to be a surprise. Take your time to think about it, bunny, there's still two weeks left," he reached for the rolling pin and commenced working the dough to make it a circle.

For the next ten minutes we created our pizza with toppings like mushrooms, pepperoni, ham, Italian sausages and black olives which are Diavolo's favorite. After fifteen minutes of being in the oven, dinner was ready so we moved to the living room with the food and drinks; he poured himself a glass of wine and I grabbed a strawberry lemonade from the fridge.

We decided to watch Angels and demons and Diovolo knew everything about Dante's inferno, then he proceeded to explain to me that it's the first part of a poem called The Divine Comedy. My husband gave me a quick summary which left me hooked so he's going to get me a copy in English so we can read it together.

Once the movie was over so was the pizza. My husband went to retrieve two cheesecake slices from the fridge and came back so we could pick something else to watch.

We went to bed at 1:30 am and he had to carry me upstairs because I could barely keep my eyes open. The last thing I remember is a naked Diavolo, slipping under the blankets and wrapping his arms around me.

I dreamt of home and how I miss the feeling of Hawaiian sand between my toes, even if it wasn't something recurring in my life, I miss it. You might think it's stupid because we were just in Greece and the sand is really alike but what I mean is that I miss my hometown.

The clock read 3:31 am when my eyes fluttered open. My body was on top of my husband's as his hands rested on my buttocks "Diavolo," I whispered, sitting up.

"Mhh," he hummed, gripping my ass. "Yes, baby girl..." he mumbled in his sleep, making me chuckle.

"Baby," I whispered, caressing his cheeks; he's so beautiful and I love to see how his troubles fade away when he's asleep. "Baby wake up," I leaned down to peck his lips which he reciprocated. "Hi there, handsome."

"Mhh, what time is it, bunny?" His voice was husky.

"3:33 am," I replied.

The man groaned "It's demon hour, go back to sleep."

His comment made me laugh "I have my answer, baby."

"Your answer?" His eyes fluttered open.

I nodded, teasing his nipples "I know where I want to go for my birthday."

"Where?" He harshly spanked me. "That's for waking me up at demon hour."

I licked my lips, staring at his lips "I want to go to Hawai'i."

"Are you sure, bunny?"

"Yes, I'm sure," My hands gripped them hem of my sweater to slip it off. "Now, make love to me, handsome devil."