Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: I Already Married Bianca Vitale

Carol’s eyebrow lifted slowly. "Then marry her."

"I already married Bianca Vitale."

Carol smiled then. "Your father finally did it uhn. He always wanted control of the Vitale’s docks. He finally got it."

"Yes." Luca’s answer came flat.

There was no point pretending otherwise. Everyone who knew the Genovese family knew that marriage had never been about love. It had been a transaction the moment it was arranged.

"I birthed him a weapon." Carol looked up at her son. "And you embraced the life so easily, it’s as if there is no part of me inside you."

"Mum, focus."

"Have her join the familia under the Genovese protection, specifically yours. Any one in the familia who hurts her would have committed treason. But that doesn’t keep her safe from your rivals."

Luca nodded slowly. He could work with that.

"Thank you." Luca said. "I’ll be out of your hair." He slid the empty bottle of water onto the counter, pushed his hands into his pockets, and headed toward the door without another word. His footsteps were almost at the door when her voice cut through the silence.

"Luciano!"

Luca stopped just at the door. He turned slightly, looking back over his shoulder.

Carol stood in the kitchen doorway now, arms still folded. "It’s the middle of the night." She said.

Luca shrugged lightly. "There is a hotel nearby."

"You can stay. I’ll prepare the guest room for you."

He genuinely hadn’t expected that.

She had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with the life he represented.

Or with him.

So the invitation felt strange.

Suspicious, even.

Luca shifted his weight slightly, unsure what to say.

Staying meant proximity.

The same thing she had spent years avoiding.

Luca turned then and looked at his mother, hesitation flickering across his sharp features. "I...I don’t think I should."

Carol’s glare was instantaneous. "Luciano Genovese! You get into this house, and you get some sleep or I am going to aim that gun at your leg and I promise you, I will not miss."

The way she wielded authority made him pause. It wasn’t fear exactly—it was respect. "Yes ma’am," he said quickly, surrendering. He strolled back into the house.

Carol followed behind. She guided him up the stairs into the guest room, her hands moving as she arranged sheets, blankets, and pillows. "Have you had anything to eat?" she asked, not looking at him but adjusting the pillowcase so it would lie perfectly flat.

"No."

"You didn’t eat on the flight?" Carol asked, pausing to meet his gaze.

"No."

Her lips pressed into a thin line in exasperation. "Like your father, you think someone will poison you?"

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