Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148: Something Didn’t Sit Right

That answer didn’t help.

If anything, it made Veronica feel worse.

"What is it with these men?" Veronica sighed in exasperation.

Seriously.

One mafia boss who would apparently burn the world down for her.

One former boyfriend who had somehow decided the correct response to heartbreak was to join the fucking mafia.

"He made it sound as if he had genuinely moved on though but after Ricardo told me that, I just...something didn’t sit right. And Ricardo thinks he should be banned from the store. A member of the Bastione familia coming around the shop of a Genovese’s girlfriend is trouble."

"Tina, we sell pizza. Anyone can walk in here and get whatever they want and I get their money. I am not banning anyone from the store unless they make trouble."

Valentina sighed, clearly recognizing the argument was already lost. "My advice? Stay away from Cassidy. Do not engage. Not even a little bit." she said.

"Yeah...maybe you are right."

"I am definitely right."

Veronica rolled her eyes slightly but didn’t argue further.

Deep down she knew Valentina had a point.

*****

The next morning, Luca was ready to leave.

He moved quietly through the guest room, already dressed, jacket back on, phone safely in his pocket. He checked the time briefly then stepped out of the room and headed downstairs.

The house was quiet.

The living area was empty when he reached it.

He frowned slightly. "Mum?" he called. He walked through the living room slowly, scanning. He turned and headed back up the stairs once more, listening carefully. "Mum?" he called again as he moved down the hallway, heading toward the direction he had heard her moving the previous night. "Mum?" He paused outside one of the doors.

He opened the door to her bedroom and found her still on the bed asleep.

For a moment Luca simply stood there, leaning lightly against the doorframe, watching the slow rise and fall of her breathing.

He rubbed the back of his neck quietly.

He did keep her up too late anyway.

Their conversation had dragged well into the night, bouncing between awkward tension, uncomfortable honesty, and the strange, almost normal moments that kept surprising him.

His eyes drifted to the bedside table.

The thermometer caught his attention immediately.

Luca frowned slightly. "Mum?" he said softly, stepping closer and gently shaking her shoulder.

Carol stirred slowly, blinking up at him through half-lidded eyes. She stretched lazily and gave a dramatic yawn, bringing a hand up to her nose. "Hey, what time is it?"

"Are you okay?"

Carol sniffed faintly and rubbed her nose again as if proving a point. "Just a little under the weather." She said and faked a sneeze. "I’ll make you breakfast."

Luca immediately shook his head. "No! Stay. I’ll get you something warm." He reached automatically for the blanket, adjusting it slightly where it had slipped down her shoulder.

Carol watched him quietly for a moment, the corner of her mouth twitching like she was suppressing a small smile. "Don’t you have a flight to catch."

Luca hesitated.

Technically... yes.

There were meetings waiting for him in New York. Problems waiting for him. Enemies waiting for him.

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