Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: You’re Being Creepy

Ricardo raised a hand and gave him a small, exaggerated wave.

Marco did not wave back.

Ricardo approached the car, stopping just outside the window. "You’re being creepy," he said lightly.

Marco’s gaze didn’t shift. "I told you to stay away from her."

Ricardo leaned down slightly so they were eye to eye. "And I told you I will. When she asks me to."

Marco’s jaw tightened. "When are you going back to Vienna?" Marco asked.

Ah.

There it was.

Ricardo smirked. "Wow. Are you itching to get rid of me because of Valentina or because of your job?"

"My job is stable," Marco said evenly.

"Valentina then?"

Marco scowled, reached into the glove compartment, and pulled out a gun.

"Wow. Wow. Wow." Ricardo threw both hands up instinctively, stepping back with exaggerated caution. "Let’s not escalate from glaring to homicide in under sixty seconds."

"Relax, fool," Marco muttered, inspecting the chamber with professional indifference. "I came here for her shooting lessons."

Ricardo blinked. "Her shooting lessons?"

Marco gave him a look that suggested the conversation was already exhausting. "You think I sit outside polishing my personality?"

"Oh," Ricardo exhaled, lowering his hands slowly. "Thought you were going to shoot me there for a second, papa bear."

"I’m seriously thinking about it," Marco said flatly.

He shoved the door open without warning. It swung wide and smacked Ricardo squarely in the thigh.

"Jesus—"

Marco stepped out, shutting the car with deliberate force. "Stand closer next time. I’ll improve my aim."

Ricardo rubbed his leg. "You’re a delight."

Marco ignored him and adjusted his jacket, the gun disappearing into the holster at his back.

"Any word from Luciano on when he’ll be back?" Ricardo asked casually.

Marco froze.

Then he turned slowly.

"I cannot believe the Don thought you could replace me. What’s your business with when Luca is going to get back? He’ll be back whenever he wants."

Ricardo shrugged. "Just asking a question. You know. Making conversation."

"Well, shut up," Marco snapped. "Nobody wants to hear you speak."

Ricardo let out a low laugh. "Touchy."

Marco didn’t respond. He turned and strode up the path toward Valentina’s house.

*****

Luca arrived back in New York that night. His jet lag clung to him, but excitement burned hotter than exhaustion. He headed straight to Veronica’s annex apartment.

His pulse was steady but charged. He had replayed her voice in his head for the entire flight.

He reached the door and pushed it open.

It didn’t move.

Locked from the inside.

His brows lifted slightly. He knocked. "Bambola..." he called. He rested his palm flat against the door.

"Veronica," he tried again.

There was the soft shuffle of feet, the faint drag of fabric, then her voice filtered through the door.

"Who is there?"

"Vee, it’s me."

A pause. Long enough to be deliberate.

"Oh. You’re back."

Not I missed you.

Not finally.

Just observation.

"Yeah," he said, impatience creeping in despite himself. "What’s going on? Open the door."

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