Wren's Pov
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The fancy limo that we got into has a little bar in the middle. The red wine sits there taunting me. Gorilla man sits my the door looking mad as usual.

Business suit guy sits in front of me and Alecia. Deciding against what's best I grab the expensive looking red wine and poor myself a glass. Serious business man dude arches one perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

Alecia- being living breathing female Sherlock Holmes answers for tuxedo.

"My guess is his gang or mafia house. He wants you more than me. He finds you hot and he has a deal for you. And the language you spoke back there was Italian? I'm going to guess he called you a devil." She goes on.

"She is correct." He answers- confidence oozes from his voice. "What are you named?"

"Street names or real names?" I question- not knowing which to say.

"Both."

Alecia pipes up first. "My real name is Alecia. My street name Holmes."

Nodding his head he looks to me. "My real name is Wren. I'm other wise known as Devil or Queen."

"Nice to meet you." The man who's name I still don't know says to us.

"What's your name?" I decide to ask.

"Lucca Valentine." He says clearly with confidence.

"Cupid." I mumble.

"As much as I want to know what you said, amore, I have to say sorry instead." Lucca tells me. Arching a brow I feel a poke in my neck. That and then darkness.

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Lucca's Pov

Watching both girls pass out was quite a sight. The vicious street fighter and the brainiac both go out like a light.

The rest of the drive home is quiet. Peaceful. The silk slip that Wren is wearing for a dress is doing me no good. She looks more peaceful then Holmes who looks just about dead.

Grabbing the wine that the girl- Wren took out I set it back in the ice. Pulling to a stop I grab Wren and carry her. My brother comes out with another puttana on his arm.

"Go," he orders away the bottle blonde. I told him on the way what would be happening with the girls. He goes in and grabs Holmes.

She's more his type then Malibu Barbie.

Walking Wren into the house I lay her down in a guest room. The moment I close the door on the way out I make sure to keep it unlocked.

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Sitting on the sofa surrounded by some of my closest men. "Passare la birre." Allesio yells over the tv.

Not paying attention to any of the men I see someone walking down the stairs.

Wren walks down in a see through top showing her lacy bra. The white skirt ends just below her waist.

"Chi è quello?" One of my men, Javier asks. He comes from Spanish decent , but quickly picked up on Italian.

"Il diavolo." Alessio whispers to Javier.

"de quoi parlent-ils?" Wren yells.

"Ils parlent de vous." Holmes yells from the top of the stairs. She comes walking down in a pair of ripped jeans and a sweatshirt."

"What language are you guys speaking?" Javier asks.

"They are speaking français." A voice answers from the doorway. That voice just so happens to belong to the one and only Pierre. Lord of the French mob.

"And who is this femmes magnifiques?" Pierre asks as he takes Wren's hand and kisses is.

Shooting from my seat I stand up and push him back. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt I slam him against the wall.

"I hope we can still be friends after this but you never touch my diavolo, si?" I growl in his ear.

Nodding his head he whimpers out a small yes and runs out the door.

Turning around I see everyone looking to me in either amusement or curiosity. All except for diavolo who arches one brow and holds a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her smirk does nothing to help her look of a devilish intent.