Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: You Are My Son

He looked up from where he had been sitting against the headboard. "You said something to snack on." Luca said.

"Sue me. I don’t get to cook for my own son very often."

"Mum don’t make it look like its my fault we do not have a relationship." Luca said as she placed the tray beside him on the bed.

Carol sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing her hands over her jeans. "How is Bianca? Last time I saw her she was four to five years old."

"She is good."

"Still pretty?"

"Stunning." Luca said.

Carol nodded slowly, absorbing that. "Wasn’t enough?"

Luca picked up a fork and stabbed a pancake. "A year ago, it was. The prettiest girl, the familia getting more control, more power...it was really supposed to be enough." He finally took a bite.

It was annoyingly good.

"And now?" Carol asked.

He glanced at her, irritation flashing in his eyes. "Why are you asking me all these? Its not like you give a shit!"

"Hey! You will watch your language around me. You may be a killer boss out there, in here, you are my son! Are we clear?"

Luca held her gaze. The power struggle flickered between them—two stubborn people refusing to back down.

Then Luca sighed and dropped his eyes back to the tray.

"Yes ma’am." He took another bite, chewing slowly.

"This girl, she makes you happy." Carol asked.

Luca let out a slow breath, leaning back against the headboard with the tray still balanced awkwardly over his lap. The pancakes were half gone now, the honey sticky on his fork, the cocoa cooling slowly beside him. He stared down at the plate for a moment before answering. "More than that. She makes me...feel."

"Why not divorce the wife?"

Luca gave a dry laugh under his breath. "Have you forgotten how close our family and the Vitales are?"

Carol shrugged lightly, as if the weight of mafia alliances meant nothing in her quiet Singapore home. "What are you afraid of?"

"The fallout."

"So you are just going to keep your happiness on the side. And how does she feel being the other woman? Or are you exactly like your father and didn’t tell her?"

Luca’s jaw tightened. "She found out. Mom, it’s complicated. Okay? That is all I can say." Luca snapped.

"You have a picture?"

"Okay, this is absurd! Totally absurd. Ten years ago, you wanted nothing to do with me and now you want me to download my entire life into your lap?"

The frustration finally spilled over.

Years of distance. Years of silence. Years of knowing his own mother had chosen to walk away from his life the moment he had found her again.

Now suddenly she wanted details.

Carol stood up abruptly. "Fine! Carry your cross by yourself. Die a little bit more inside everyday. Good night!" She moved toward the door, pausing just long enough to throw one last remark over her shoulder. "And clear and do your dishes when you are done. I am not your Nonnina."

Then she left the room.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath.

He picked up the fork again.

The truth was... she wasn’t wrong.

He was carrying a cross. He considered turning off airplane mode and calling her.

Just to hear her voice. Just to know she was safe.

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