Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Someone Ordered Entertainment

It’s rare to find a gorgeous man. The kind of gorgeous that makes women forget what they were saying mid-sentence. The kind of man whose looks don’t feel fair. Bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. Eyes that promise nothing good and somehow make you want them anyway. Just the right amount of stubble on his chin.

A man who is ridiculously good looking but is the devil. Quite literally. I’ve heard stories about how dead-drop gorgeous Lucifer actually is so maybe this comparison isn’t even exaggeration. Maybe it’s generous. Who knows? I have never seen the devil.

He has no moral guidelines whatsoever. None. Zero. Seeing people’s pain excites him. He has lost count of his kills.

Now, pair this man with the purest of souls, Veronica Scalese. Funny, hard-working, loving Vero. She knows nothing beyond her father’s pizza shop. Her world is small, warm, predictable. Safe. How on earth will these two mix? They shouldn’t. They’re oil and holy water.

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Luca stepped out of the dark room, wiping his bloody hands on a towel. The screams had finally become silence behind the walls. He handed the towel to his lieutenant without looking at him. "Dump him," he said calmly. "And send a message to his partner."

"No one goes back on a deal with the devil," he added.

Then he walked up the stairs, past the false wall, shedding blood and brutality with every step, re-entering the world where music played, glasses clinked, and people laughed.

"Send a message to Scalese. His debt is due. Unless he wants his head hanging on a pike in front of that damned pizza parlour, he will offer payment." Luca said it casually.

"You haven’t exactly told him what his payment should be."

Luca stopped walking. Slowly, he turned his head, one brow lifting. "Someone come up with something," he snapped, irritation flashing. "I can’t think of everything!" The audacity of it—running an empire of blood and money and still being expected to micromanage the small stuff—honestly offended him. The devil had limits.

He waved the issue away with a flick of his hand and continued walking. By the time he reached his office and opened the door.

"Someone ordered entertainment?" The voice was sultry, slow, perfectly pitched. Luca’s mouth went dry instantly. The woman was seated on his desk, legs crossed, body draped in a dangerously minimal number. Luca licked his lips before he could stop himself, his irritation evaporating.

He turned his head slightly. "Marco," he said, not taking his eyes off her. "Have them bring my lunch straight in. You go deal with that stuff."

"Of course, Luca." The door shut quietly behind him, sealing the room away from the rest of the world.

Luca turned back to the woman, unbuckling his pants. "Where in the world did Dante find you, you magnificent thing?" he smirked, stepping closer. Dante had a talent for sourcing things, but this? This was inspired.

Luca reached out, gripping her hips, roughly turning her to face the desk.

"Heaven." The lady replied sultrily. She tilted her head just enough to be provocative, lashes low, mouth soft and inviting.

"Ooooh... that’s creative," he drawled. "Seeing as I am never going there." He flipped her back once more to face him, fingers digging into her breasts with a rough squeeze that drew a sharp gasp before he shoved her down to her knees.

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