Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: You Are Relentless

Valentina tilted her head slightly, and let her eyes soften into what could only be described as a perfectly crafted sheepish look. Her lips pursed in a subtle pout. "So...you going to train me?" she asked.

Marco groaned, rubbing the back of his neck, the muscles tense beneath his shirt. His dark eyes narrowed, the lines of his face hardening with determination. He shook his head sharply. "No! You should be thinking about your future, school, normal life. Something girls your age think about," he said.

Valentina tilted her head, pouting more exaggeratedly, her eyes wide and pleading. "Marco..." she whined softly.

"No!" he barked. He gestured sharply to one of the guards waiting nearby. "Get a car, get her back home! Now!"

"Please..." she tugged at his shirt.

"Fine! Fine! God, you are relentless. I will teach you how to handle a gun," he said, "but that doesn’t mean you get to carry it. And I am sure your sister will agree with me!"

She was insufferably bold, recklessly so.

A sudden, familiar voice cut through the air. "Marco!"

He turned sharply, and saw Ricardo emerging from a vehicle that belonged to Luca.

He straightened immediately. "Ricardo," he said.

Ricardo’s lips pulled into a formal smile. "Marco..." His eyes flicked briefly toward Valentina, who remained standing close by, clearly caught in fascination, her gaze unabashed.

"What are you doing here, Ricardo?"

"Don sent me here," he said.

Marco’s eyebrows knitted together. "Why?"

"I’d rather discuss that with Luciano," Ricardo replied, his gaze flicking toward the underground facility. "Is he in?"

Marco’s eyes followed the car slowly circling in the lot, the engine purring softly. He glanced at Valentina, who stood nearby, her gaze unabashedly locked on Ricardo. Her dark eyes sparkled, and a faint blush warmed her cheeks. Marco exhaled through his nose. Lord help me, he thought.

"Will you stop undressing him in your head?" Marco said sharply, pinching her arm lightly. It only drew a giggle from Valentina.

Valentina straightened and extended her hand, her confidence unshaken. "Hi, I am Valentina Scalese. I’m eighteen years old. Legal age," she said brightly, a subtle challenge hidden beneath her flirtatious grin.

Ricardo arched a brow, his hand rising slowly to take hers. His touch was firm, yet polite, betraying the faintest flicker of amusement at the boldness of this American girl. "I’m Ricardo," he said, eyes briefly studying her posture, her deliberate boldness, the fearless tilt of her chin.

He had heard stories of American women, of their fearless charm and audacious confidence—but to meet it in a girl barely legal was...refreshing.

"Okay, that’s enough!" Marco snapped. He moved swiftly, placing a steady hand on Valentina’s back and guiding her toward the vehicle. She gave him a look of mock indignation, her lips curving into a teasing smile.

Before sliding into the car, she turned her head slightly, letting her long hair cascade over one shoulder, and gave Ricardo a flirty wave. Her smile was audacious, yet there was a playful innocence behind it.

As the car doors closed, Marco exhaled slowly, his muscles finally relaxing. He turned back to find Ricardo, his own lips curling into a ridiculous, self-satisfied smile.

Marco’s gaze sharpened instantly, the edge returning to his tone. "Stay away from her," he warned, his dark eyes locking onto Ricardo’s.

Ricardo walked alongside Marco down the wide hallway of the underground compound. "She your sister?" Ricardo asked casually.

"No," Marco said sharply, keeping his own pace steady.

"Your girl? I mean I won’t judge..." Ricardo teased.

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