Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145: You Picked The Wrong House

But he couldn’t sit back and watch either.

His grip tightened slightly on the wheel.

If anything happened to Veronica, Valentina would break.

He had seen it too clearly in the past weeks—the way Valentina clung to her sister, the way Veronica’s happiness seemed to give her a kind of quiet peace. He had to do something.

But what?

Every option carried risk. Every path led into dangerous territory. Bianca wasn’t someone you could simply warn off or intimidate. She was married into one of the most powerful families in Italy. Her family weren’t any less frightening either.

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If his mother could have found the farthest place from the Genovese name, she would have taken it.

But it didn’t matter how far she went.

He still found her eventually, a few years after he took over the New York familia.

Singapore had been her refuge.

A city loud and alive enough to swallow old names and dangerous histories. The crowded streets, the endless lights, the mixture of languages and cultures—it was the kind of place where someone could disappear if they truly wanted to.

She had tried.

Luca remembered the first time he stood outside her small apartment building, staring up at the modest balcony with a strange tightness in his chest. For a moment he had felt like a boy again.

At first, she had been pleased to see him.

The shock had softened into a brief, fragile happiness when she opened the door and recognized him. For a moment she had pulled him into a hug like nothing had changed.

Like the years hadn’t passed.

But as soon as she heard he had followed in his father’s footsteps, everything changed.

The warmth disappeared from her face almost instantly.

She stepped back from him like he had suddenly become a stranger.

She had wanted nothing to do with him after that.

The disappointment in her voice had cut deeper than any insult ever could.

She had said she had higher hopes for him.

Luca remembered standing in her living room, hands in his pockets, listening to her speak about the life she had wanted for him.

A life far away from blood.

But that had never been an option.

The Genovese name didn’t release its sons so easily.

And now, he had returned but this time to seek her help. He needed to know how his father kept her safe while they were together.

She was the mistress. Julian’s mother was the wife.

History was repeating itself.

He didn’t like the comparison. His father had built his life around two women and Luca had always despised that. The way everyone had simply accepted it as part of the life.

Yet here he was.

A wife who belonged to his world and a woman he would burn the world down to protect.

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