Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: I’ll PDA With You Anytime

Veronica’s eyes narrowed immediately. "Yet?" she repeated.

"I promise I will tell you," Valentina said quickly. "But not yet."

"Are you in trouble?" Veronica asked.

"No," Valentina said firmly.

"That’s all I need to know," Veronica said quietly, stepping aside.

*****

The Uber rolled to a stop in front of the pizza parlour just as dusk began painting the sky in bruised purples and fading gold. The neon sign in the window flickered on, casting a red glow onto the sidewalk.

Veronica stepped out of the shop at the same moment, waving back at Rosa and Tony through the glass door. The bell jingled softly behind her as it closed.

Luca emerged from the Uber. Dark suit jacket thrown over broad shoulders, shirt collar open slightly, hair still perfectly in place despite the long day. His eyes locked on her instantly.

The tension he carried all afternoon dissolved the second he reached her.

He kissed her. Hard. Urgent. His hand slid into her hair, fingers curling at the nape of her neck as he pulled her closer.

Veronica’s hands came up automatically, gripping his shirt. The kiss deepened.

When he finally let her breathe, she blinked up at him, cheeks flushed.

"I didn’t know you were into PDA," she laughed softly, catching her breath.

"I’ll PDA with you anytime, Bambola," he replied, brushing his thumb along her lower lip. "You ready?"

"Yeah," she said quietly. She handed him her car keys.

He took them without breaking eye contact, then leaned in briefly, pressing a slower kiss to her forehead this time.

"Wait here," he murmured.

He crossed to the street parking where her car sat under the glow of a flickering lamp post.

Veronica stood on the sidewalk, arms wrapped loosely around herself against the evening chill.

Five minutes later, he pulled the car up smoothly in front of her.

He leaned across the passenger seat and pushed the door open.

She stepped forward, and slid inside. "So Detective Voss..." she started, as the car eased into traffic.

He drove with one hand resting loosely on the steering wheel, the other relaxed against the gearshift. "Not here, Bambola," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a faint smile. "You keep sensitive topics until you are in a safe place."

Veronica leaned back into the leather seat and exhaled slowly. She was still learning the architecture of his world. The invisible lines. The unseen threats. In her world, conversations happened wherever they needed to. In his, words could be weapons.

Being in love with a mafia god did not come with a handbook.

"I got you something," Luca said suddenly, breaking the silence.

Her head turned sharply toward him. "Luca? Another gift?"

"You still wear the necklace, right?" he asked.

Veronica reached beneath the soft cotton of her fitted t shirt and pulled the pendant free.

"Right here," she said quietly.

His jaw flexed with satisfaction. "That one is for safety." He reached into the inside pocket of his pants and pulled out a small black box. He handed it to her. "This one," he said softly, "is to inform everyone you belong to a Genovese. Specifically me."

Her fingers traced the edges before she opened it slowly.

Inside, nestled against dark velvet, lay a bracelet forged in heavy gold. Studs lined its band.

At its center was a large calligraphed G.

And carved into the middle of that G was an L.

"This is beautiful, Luca," she said. "How is it you come up with such pretty gifts with conditions attached to them?"

"You’re branding me," she said quietly.

"Don’t you belong to me?" he asked.

They had just pulled into the narrow street where Luca’s house stood.

Veronica turned toward him slowly. "Of course, I do," she answered.

"Your sister visited me today," he said.

"I knew the little shit was up to something," she muttered, folding her arms. "Why?"

"I think you should speak with her yourself. I do not want to get in the middle of this," he added with a low chuckle.

"Is that where she met Ricardo?" Veronica asked.

"I suppose," Luca said. "Why?"

She hesitated for a second. Then, "She seems quite smitten with him."

"Well," he said evenly, "unless you want her to move to Italy, then you better save her from the heartache and break it off."

"Hmmm..." she hummed, noncommittal.

"Speaking of," Luca continued casually, "I will be leaving for Vienna in the morning."

Veronica’s gaze snapped to him.

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