Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142: You’re A Weird One

Luca looked genuinely confused. "What? Of course she is safe."

But Veronica wasn’t satisfied. Her arms folded tightly across her chest. "It didn’t sound like it. because I heard the threat in your brother’s tone."

"Vee..." Luca stepped closer, his expression softening. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"when I say your sister is safe and so are you, believe that its true because I would give my very life to keep you safe. I would defy the heavens itself to ensure it stays that way. Listen to me." His hands came up to her shoulders, turning her slightly so she had no choice but to face him directly. His blue eyes locked onto hers.

And suddenly the anger in her chest didn’t feel quite as solid.

Her shoulders relaxed a little despite herself.

"You don’t have to worry about a thing, Bambola. I’m sorry I snapped at you."

The hug came suddenly, wrapping around her with a surprising gentleness.

"You’re safe love. You’re safe."

His chin rested lightly against the top of her head, his hand sliding slowly up and down her back in a calming motion.

Veronica closed her eyes for a second. She wanted to stay angry. She really did. The things he had said inside the restaurant still bothered her deeply.

But standing there in his arms... it was harder to hold onto the anger.

Because for all his flaws, Luca believed every word he had just said.

And he was definitely going to make sure of it.

Even if it meant going to war with his own blood.

*****

Valentina stood at her door that night when Ricardo came over. It was late enough that the street had grown quiet. She had known it was him before she even opened the door.

The man had been relentless in calling her all week, and each time her phone lit up with his name she had stared at the screen with a stubborn self-preservation before letting it ring out.

She really didn’t have anything to say to him.

Or at least that was what she kept telling herself.

In truth, she wasn’t exactly mad at him. Not really. The anger she’d shown the night she kicked him out had been dramatic.

She was trying to do the sensible thing.

Protect herself.

Guard her emotions for when he would eventually leave.

"Hi, Val." Ricardo said, hands in his pockets. He looked slightly sheepish standing there.

"Hi. I thought you would have left back to Vienna."

"That’s why I have been trying to call you, Val. Luca got me a job at the club. I started a few days ago. Tonight is the first night I had to come see you."

Valentina’s stomach butterflies returned instantly.

Traitors.

They fluttered wildly against her ribs, making her pulse jump in a way she absolutely refused to let him notice.

He stayed.

He actually stayed.

But Valentina had spent too much time learning how quickly good things could disappear. So she locked her expression down, crossed her arms loosely against the doorframe, and forced her shoulders into a careless shrug.

"Okay." She said. "So what do you want?"

Ricardo blinked. "What do you mean what do I want?"

"Exactly what it means, Ricardo. Why are you here?"

He looked at her as if the answer should have been obvious. "To see you!" he said.

Valentina leaned lightly against the doorframe, pretending to examine her nails as if his answer hadn’t made her heart do a small, embarrassing somersault. "I’m here. You’re seeing me. Had your fill?"

"Why the hell are you still being so difficult?" he asked. Ricardo’s frustration finally slipped through the cracks of his patience. He had come here prepared for resistance—he knew Valentina well enough to expect a little stubbornness—but the calm, almost indifferent way she was questioning him was slowly driving him insane.

"I’m not being anything. I just want to know what you want." Valentina answered.

"What do you want me to say, Val?" he said, exasperation creeping into his voice. "That I missed you? That...that when I realised I was staying, I have never been happier?"

"What do you want?"

Ricardo stared at her for a long second.

Then he groaned in pure frustration.

"Ughhh...fuck me!" He reached forward, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her away from the doorway.

And then his mouth crashed into hers.

Valentina’s brain scrambled to catch up with what had just happened. Then instinct took over. Her hands shot upward, gripping the collar of his shirt as she pulled him closer, kissing him back with equal intensity.

They stood there on the porch like two people who had completely forgotten the world existed beyond that small patch of light.

His hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him, while her fingers curled into his shirt.

The quiet street remained blissfully empty as they consumed each other like two people who had been holding their breath for far too long.

Eventually they had to break apart.

Both of them pulled back slightly, breathing harder, their foreheads nearly touching.

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