Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: She Kicked Me Out

"Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?"

"You tell me. I hear you have been flirting with the younger Scalese."

"Uh...I...should I have not?" Ricardo raised a brow.

Luca’s gaze was steady. "What are your intentions?"

Ricardo swallowed.

Intentions.

If only it were that simple.

"Uh...its complicated..."

Complicated didn’t even begin to cover it. His mind flickered back to Valentina’s face the night before—the flash of hurt in her eyes, the fire in her voice.

He deserved it.

"Does she know you are not staying?" Luca asked.

"Yes, I informed her."

"And?"

Ricardo exhaled slowly. "She kicked me out."

Behind him, Marco snickered.

Luca shot him a withering look before turning back to Ricardo. "According to her sister, you make Valentina happy. So I thought, you could stay on in New York, see where this thing with Valentina goes."

Ricardo hadn’t expected that.

In fact, he had come into this office fully prepared to be told to pack his bags and go back to Vienna with maybe an asisignment or a message to deliver to Don Genovese. Instead, Luca was calmly suggesting he stay.

"Uh...I’m not so sure she wants to see me again."

"Okay."

Ricardo hesitated for half a second before the panic of losing the opportunity entirely kicked in. "But I would still like to stay on, if it would give me the opportunity to get to know her better." he quickly added.

Because he still wanted to try.

"I have had the management spot of the club open for a while now. The former one got greedy and I haven’t had any one to fill the space."

"I’m not working for the familia?" He wasn’t sure if that question sounded relieved or confused. Possibly both.

"No...but you will make just as much money. The club thrives with its classy and elite clientele."

Ricardo nodded slowly. Still, he couldn’t ignore the quiet sense of relief that crept into his chest. A job meant stability. Stability meant staying in New York. Staying in New York meant—

Valentina.

"I have just one rule, Ricardo."

Ricardo straightened instinctively.

"Do not mistreat the girls who work here. Is that understood?" Luca asked.

Ricardo nodded immediately.

More firmly than necessary, perhaps.

Because despite his many flaws—and there were plenty—he had never been that kind of man.

"Of course, of course. Thank you Luciano." Ricardo said.

A chance.

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