Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123: I Do Not Owe You

Luca stretched, freeing himself from the rest of the bindings. He rose and walked toward Julian with a fluid, predatory grace

"I didn’t ask you for a favor," Luca said. "You get nothing from me. I do not owe you."

"Why? The devil afraid of collecting debts?" Julian snarled poisonously.

Luca’s jaw tightened. "Fuck you, Julian. And now that I think about it, I should have gutted you."

Julian stepped closer, the air between them sparking. "I am willing to let this tiny disrespect go, Luca. Because I just found out you are personally handing me the rope to hang you with." A thin smile cut across his face, sharp as a blade catching light. Then he turned and walked out, his footsteps echoing against the deck in the tune of a countdown.

Luca stood there a second longer, chest rising, fury fizzing under his skin. Rope? What rope?

Fuck it.

He rolled his shoulders, shoving the irritation aside. He couldn’t wait to get the hell out of this place. Vienna felt smaller every time he returned, the walls leaning in just to watch him breathe.

His phone vibrated again in his pocket. It had buzzed several times while he was strapped to that chair, but there had been bigger problems then. He pulled it out now, ready to bark at whoever thought their issue mattered more than family discipline.

Debit notifications.

His black card.

The one he had given Veronica.

A slow smile tugged at his mouth.

"What are you doing, little vixen?" he muttered under his breath, amusement replacing irritation. Was she planning to bankrupt him out of spite? Spend him into a coma?

He disembarked the yacht, the cool air caressing his heated skin. The wharf complex hummed with activity, forklifts whining, crates shifting, men moving. This was to his father what Commissioned was to him. This was Don Genovese’s powerhouse where he ruled with metal, money and fear.

He still needed to speak to his father before leaving.

The office door was already open when Luca approached. Inside, his father sat behind the massive desk authoritatively.

Luca closed the door behind him and remained standing.

"Luciano... I’m guessing an heir should be expected soon. I am informed your wife was quite vocal last night," Don said calmly in the tone of voice one used when discussing shipment volumes.

"I wouldn’t jump to conclusions just yet, Father."

"Tell me," Don continued, steepling his fingers. "Was she untouched as expected?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Yes, Father."

A slow nod. "Good. I was afraid your brother would get there before you."

Luca gave a faint casual shrug borne from boredom of the topic.

"You do not seem to mind your brother’s stupid obsession with your wife," Don observed.

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