Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: I Owe You Nothing

Bianca’s grip tightened around her phone. "Because you owe me."

"I owe you nothing," he replied smoothly. "We are even. As a matter of fact, I got nothing from our exchange. Luca doesn’t want me here. I have to come back to Vienna soon. So tell me exactly how I owe you?"

Her jaw locked. The audacity. "Ricardo, don’t test me. The girl must die or I will have your head," she spat.

"Imagine that," Ricardo said lightly. "You know, I am quite happy you are miserable with Luca, Bianca. You didn’t think I would ever be enough. Well, who is laughing now?"

The cruelty in his tone was designed to wound.

The call ended.

Bianca stared at her reflection in the dark screen for a split second before something inside her snapped. A raw, animal sound tore from her throat as she hurled the phone across the room. It struck the wall and shattered, fragments scattering across marble.

Her scream echoed through the suite.

For a moment, she stood there breathing hard, chest rising and falling, fists clenched at her sides. She hated this feeling. The loss of control. The helplessness. The reminder that despite the ring on her finger, power still had conditions.

She sank onto the sofa minutes later. The fire had burned low. The room smelled faintly of smoke.

Footsteps approached and Luca entered, jacket slung over one shoulder, tie loosened. He looked devastating as always.

He stopped in front of her.

"I’ll be leaving in a bit," he said. "Is there anything you need?"

Anything you need.

The simplicity of it almost made her laugh.

Bianca looked up at him slowly. "Were you thinking of her?" she asked simply.

"Excuse me?" Luca raised a brow.

"Were you thinking of her while you were fucking me?"

Luca’s jaw tightened. "I am not having this conversation." He turned and walked into the bedroom. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Bianca followed.

He picked up his travel bag from the bed. His gaze swept the room once, scanning for the shorts he had worn to dinner. They were not where he had left them. His eyes landed on the laundry basket.

Understanding dawned.