Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Marco Is Not Being Replaced

"None taken," Marco said.

"Marco is not being replaced," Luca said flatly. "He did what he had to do to stop Bastardi from double crossing me." He turned slowly toward Marco. "Book a flight for me to Vienna tomorrow," Luca continued. "It’s time I told Father to either let me handle my shit the way I see fit or find someone else to run New York."

This was not about Marco. Not really. This was about authority. About a father who still reached across an ocean to tug invisible strings.

"Luciano..." Marco started.

"Do as I say, Marco."

"Of course." He turned and walked out.

Ricardo shifted slightly, running a hand through his dark hair.

"I don’t mean to cause any trouble, Luciano," he began.

Luca waved a hand dismissively, already reaching for his whiskey again. "No trouble at all," he said. "Spend a few days with your Zia and return to Vienna."

"Of course... of course," Ricardo replied smoothly. He nodded once and left.

He stepped into the garage. That was when he saw a pizza delivery guy walking briskly toward the entrance, balancing two boxes in his hands. The logo across the man’s chest caught Ricardo’s attention instantly.

Scalese Pizza Parlour.

The same shirt. The same logo.

The same name as the woman he had encountered that morning at Luca’s house.

He slowed his steps, eyes narrowing slightly.

The delivery guy disappeared.

Ricardo stood there for a moment, thoughtful.

He reached the car waiting. The driver stepped out immediately, opening the rear door.

Ricardo paused before getting in. "I’m hungry," he said casually. "Let’s make a stop at Scalese Pizza Parlour."

"Yes, sir."

Back inside Luca’s office, the whiskey glass sat abandoned near the edge of his desk. The pizza box lay unopened.

But it wasn’t the pizza box he reached for first.

He slid a smaller box open first, fingers brushing over the soft white fabric.

Her underwear. White. Delicate lace along the edges.

He held it up for a moment, the fabric suspended between his fingers. He brought it to his face and inhaled.

That faint sweetness that lingered between her legs when he pressed his mouth there.

"Perfect," he muttered under his breath.

He closed his eyes briefly, jaw tightening as he exhaled slowly. He slipped the lace into the inner pocket of his jacket, close to his chest.

That was enough.

Enough to sharpen his focus. Enough to make the rest of the day tolerable.

*****

Across the city, Veronica’s phone vibrated.

The shop was quiet. The ovens hummed softly, staff moving about in the background.

Valentina had just arrived and was leaning against the counter, scrolling through her phone with exaggerated boredom.

Veronica glanced down at the screen.

Luca.

Her face changed instantly. Her lips curved. Her eyes brightened. She picked up the phone and answered smoothly. "Hello," she said softly. "Got my package?"

"Yes. Yes, I did," Luca replied. "You smell marvelous. I’m sitting here thinking how you are currently naked under those jeans."

Heat flared through her instantly.

Vee chuckled. "Are you now?" She crossed one leg over the other, feeling the cool denim against bare skin beneath. "Will you be home early today?" she asked, the edge in her voice betraying her impatience. She wanted him.

And she needed to talk.

About Voss. About the allegations.

"Uh... I’ll come pick you up as soon as I am done here. I’ll bring an Uber so we can take your car," Luca said.

"Okay."

"Where are you right now?"

"I’m sitting at my desk behind the counter."

She glanced up instinctively as she said it.

"Touch yourself for me."

Her stomach dropped. "What? Valentina is here. Tony and Rosa are here!" Vee hissed under her breath, pressing the phone tighter to her ear. She swiveled slightly in her chair.

"Touch yourself. Just unzip your jeans and put your finger inside you, Bambola."

"Luca! No!" She kept her voice low, but her pulse spiked hard against her throat. Her fingers trembled slightly where they rested on the desk. Heat rushed up her neck.

"You need to learn not to say no to me."

"Or what?"

"Are you asking me that question?"

"Uh... yeah?" she pushed, heart hammering now.

"Vee, I am well within my rights to fuck you in plain view of anyone who wants to watch."

Her breath caught. "And that is a violation of my own rights," she shot back.

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