Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: You Will Stay

They followed behind Don into the house.

They stood in the center of the vast living room, boots planted on rugs worth more than most men’s houses. The estate’s main salon stretched wide as a ballroom.

"I’d rather we talk now," Luca replied. "I’ll be leaving in the morning."

Don Genovese’s gaze hardened by degrees. "You are here," he said. "You will stay." His authority had never relied on volume.

The Don lowered himself into the central sofa, a piece custom-built in Florence, high-backed and imposing.

Julian remained standing at his father’s right.

"How is New York?" Don asked, crossing one leg over the other.

"It’s in good hands," Luca answered. His jaw flexed slightly. "Marco’s hands."

Don’s brows drew together. "Excuse me? He is still alive?"

"Of course," Luca replied, irritation flickering openly now. "He has done nothing wrong. So I don’t understand why you sent Ricardo to replace him."

Don’s eyes moved slowly to Julian.

"Is someone yanking my chain right now?" he asked quietly. "Or are you boys playing one of those stupid games with me?"

Julian’s throat tightened. "Dad..." Julian began.

Luca cut across him without looking. "I have told you countless times that you should not take Julian’s reports seriously."

Julian’s head snapped toward his brother. "What are you talking about?! My men..."

"Marco was working on a tip," Luca said. His height matched Julian’s, but where Julian carried restraint, Luca wore volatility. "He received information that Bastardi was planning to double cross us. He did what he had to do," Luca continued. "Because he couldn’t reach me."

"Why didn’t Marco tell your brother this?" Don asked.

"I gave him specific instructions," he said evenly. "Never to give Julian information directly. He may be my brother, but I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him."

"Luca!" Don thundered. "Do you forget in whose presence you are?"

Luca’s shoulders stiffened. His nostrils flared. He lowered his gaze, just slightly. He held his tongue.

Julian watched him struggle against himself. Luca had always burned hotter, hated faster. It was what made him magnetic. It was what made him dangerous.

"Go," Don said at last. "Rest. Come down for dinner."

Luca inclined his head once. "Yes, Father."

He turned, his coat flaring slightly with the movement.

"Luciano." Don’s voice halted him.

Luca stopped mid-stride. "Yes, Dad."

The Don rose slowly from his throne-like seat. "Fuck your wife before someone else fucks her for you." His gaze shifted, just briefly, to Julian.

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