Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Begin Earning Your Keep

Julian’s jaw tightened so hard the muscle ticked visibly beneath his skin. He bit his tongue.

Luca watched the exchange with a lazy composure. And then, without meaning to, he allowed the faintest smirk to curve his mouth. Even Luca did not fully understand why their father withheld recognition from Julian the way he did. Julian handled operations. Smoothed disputes. Oversaw shipments. He was competent.

But Don Genovese never handed him the reins to anything substantial.

"Any update on the Bastione ambush?" Luca asked, calmly redirecting the energy at the table.

Don Genovese leaned back slightly. "No. Their Don isn’t in the country. We wait. When he returns, we move. We get them all."

"Except Renato," Luca added.

Don’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Is he giving you problems in New York?"

"He wouldn’t dare."

Don Genovese’s chest expanded slightly with pride. "See?" He turned to Julian, gesturing toward Luca with his wine glass. "That’s why he gets to manage the famiglia!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Julian’s fingers curled against the table edge.

"You," Don continued bluntly, "are just a love sick fool."

Julian’s gaze shifted slowly across the table.

To Bianca.

She sat there, hands folded elegantly in her lap now that her plate was empty. She looked every inch the obedient wife.

And yet.

Julian saw the humiliation.

Love sick fool.

Yes.

He had been.

For years.

Don Genovese continued speaking, detailing shipment routes and retaliatory strategies, already done with the emotional detour.

After dinner, the fracture lines dispersed quietly.

Julian excused himself first. He walked out with a controlled stride, pride bleeding invisibly behind him.

Don Genovese relaxed further into his storytelling mode. He laughed. Bianca laughed lightly when appropriate. Luca listened, nodding when required.

Then, with a dismissive flick of his fingers and a knowing smirk, Don waved them off.

"Go," he said. "Begin earning your keep. I expect good news soon."

As Bianca slipped her hand into Luca’s and led him toward the staircase, her fingers laced through his with hopeful firmness. To anyone watching, they were a portrait of unity. The golden couple ascending into candlelit promise.

But Luca knew one thing with chilling clarity.

He was not going to have a child with her.

Inside their suite, Bianca released his hand with a soft smile. "I’ll freshen up," she said gently, already moving toward the bathroom.

He crossed to the bar, reached for a cigar, rolling it between his fingers before cutting and lighting it.

Then he stepped outside.

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