Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: We’ll Fix This

But Bianca wasn’t finished.

The gun barked again.

And again. And again.

She turned, firing wildly into the room—the door, the wall, the decorative shelf near the television. Bullets ripped through wood and plaster, splintering furniture and sending fragments scattering across the floor.

The noise was deafening in the enclosed space.

Smoke filled the air, the sharp scent of gunpowder burning in Veronica’s lungs.

Bianca kept pulling the trigger like she was emptying every ounce of fury she had carried for months.

By the time the chamber finally clicked empty, the room looked like a war zone.

Her breathing came in angry bursts, chest rising and falling as she stared at the destruction around her.

Somewhere behind her, Veronica’s scream had dissolved into shocked silence.

Then footsteps thundered toward the annex.

The door flew open.

Luca’s guards flooded into the apartment, weapons drawn, eyes scanning the chaos in front of them.

Bianca stood in the center of it all, perfectly still.

Slowly, she dropped the gun on the ground.

Then she walked out.

Head held high.

As if none of this concerned her anymore.

The guards didn’t stop her.

None of them were stupid enough to lay a hand on the legal wife of Luciano Genovese.

So they stepped aside, their expressions tight as she passed through them.

Only after she was gone did they fully turn their attention to the room.

And the woman standing in it.

They knew immediately they were done for.

Luciano had made it particularly clear: if anything happened to her while she was inside his property, their lives were forfeit.

Every man in that doorway understood the weight of that promise.

One of them stepped forward cautiously. "Miss Scalese, are you okay?"

Veronica’s breathing felt strange. Her ears still rang from the gunfire. "I... I don’t think so." she stammered. She looked down at her hands. Blood was dripping from them.

"Oh God!" one of the guards blurted, panic instantly spreading through the room.

Everything moved faster after that.

Men rushing forward.

Voices overlapping.

Someone swearing under his breath.

Veronica followed their gaze downward.

And that was when she saw the dark stain spreading across her thigh.

For a moment, her brain struggled to understand what she was looking at.

Then it clicked.

One of the bullets had ricocheted.

It must have struck the floor or wall and bounced back.

And now it was lodged in her leg.

The adrenaline that had been carrying her through the confrontation suddenly began to fade.

Pain crashed into her all at once.

Her knees buckled as the realization hit. She had been shot.

"Fuck!" another guard said.

This wasn’t good.

This was catastrophic.

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