Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: You Broke Your Finger

A painful groan tore from him before he swallowed it down.

Her eyes went wide. "You... you broke your finger?!"

When the sharpest edge of pain passed, he lifted his gaze to her.

And that look.

It was dark and violent. Not directed at her, not exactly. His pupils blown wide.

Vee instinctively took two steps back.

He saw the flicker of fear in her expression.

The anger drained from his face almost instantly.

He stilled. His shoulders lowered. "I’m never going to hurt you, Vee," he said. "Don’t look at me like that." He looked wounded when he said it.

"But you did hurt me."

"You asked me questions you knew were going to hurt you," he replied.

"I needed to know," she shot back, "Because I guess I hoped that you wouldn’t..." Her voice trailed off, the rest of the sentence too naïve to survive being spoken.

That you wouldn’t want her.

Tears gathered in her eyes. "You swore you would never hurt me! And yet you did! You did!"

"Vee, I... I..." He started to reach for her, then thought better of it. He bit down hard on whatever instinct he had to dominate. "I’m an idiot," he said finally. "I realised I was an idiot the moment it was done." He looked away briefly, jaw working. "I told myself it wasn’t something I could get out of. I told myself it was family expectations." He exhaled sharply. "I told myself that if I didn’t do it, people would start looking too closely. Asking questions. And if attention turned to you..." He stopped. "I thought I was protecting you," he finished.

"Why would attention turn to me?" Vee asked, confusion softening the sharp edges of her anger.

"They know about you..." Luca dragged a hand down his face, exhaling slowly. "That’s not my point," he said. "My point is... I was a coward. I didn’t think," he continued, "that I would be hurting you by fucking her. I didn’t. All of my life, a fuck was just that...a fuck. A release. It never meant anything." His eyes lifted to hers. "Until you, Bambola. You changed it," he said. "You made it matter. And I didn’t adjust fast enough."

Vee’s throat tightened.

"And I hear you," he added. "I hear you. It will not happen again."

"You can’t promise me that," she whispered.

"I am giving you my word, Vee," he replied, stepping closer but not touching her yet. "It will not happen again. I will never be the reason you are hurt, ever again."

She looked down at his wrist then, at the dangling cuff, at the faint redness around his skin.

"So you could get out of the cuffs all this time?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

A ghost of a smirk tugged at his mouth. "Yeah."

"You dramatic asshole."

He huffed a quiet laugh. "I’m standing here, cock running out of blood, my ass plugged, thumb freshly relocated, and the only thing I want to tell you is that I fucking love you."

A small, incredulous chuckle escaped her. "Not obsessed with me anymore?"

"Oh, I’m still obsessed with you," he replied without hesitation. "That part is incurable. Terminal." His eyes softened. "But I also love you. And I will take any kind of humiliation to keep a smile on your face, Bambola," he continued. He glanced pointedly at his jailed member. "Now please, for heaven’s sake, get the ring off before my cock loses circulation and dies."

Again. His breath mixed with hers. His grip on her hand tightened just enough to show he meant every word. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

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