Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: We Can Talk Extensively

He didn’t wait for her reaction. That was the trick. Say it like a truth, not a line.

Behind him there was a small pause.

"Can I see your phone?" Bianca’s voice stopped him.

Cassidy turned slowly, eyebrows lifting. "oookay." He pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, handing it over without hesitation. Bianca took it casually. Her fingers moved quickly across the screen.

Bianca handed it back. "Call me one of these days. We can talk extensively. Lord knows I need it."

Cassidy glanced down at the new contact saved in his phone.

Bianca.

He nodded and smiled as he turned away.

Easy peasy.

Bastione would be thrilled.

Luciano Genovese’s wife had just handed herself over as a potential weakness.

*****

When Luca found Vee lying on that hospital bed, skin so pale from the blood loss, he almost did something he had never done before.

He almost cried.

Veronica looked impossibly small against the stark white sheets, the hospital gown swallowing her frame. Her hair spilled messily across the pillow.

"Luca." Valentina said.

Luca hadn’t even noticed she was standing near the window until she spoke. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, exhaustion etched into every line of her face.

Veronica heard what her sister said and her eyes flew open, catching Luca right at the door. "Luca." She whispered.

For a second he just stood there, staring at her.

His throat tightened.

Anger. Relief. Guilt.

All of it crashed through him at once.

He stepped into the room completely, his eyes never leaving her face.

Vee always knew that look.

It was the calm before the storm. It was the look he wore when his emotions had sunk so deep beneath the surface that they had turned dangerous.

"You’re back." She gave him a small smile, trying to make light of her condition.

He didn’t say a word.

Just walked closer to her.

When he reached the bed, he took her fingers in his.

His eyes stayed glued to her face, studying every detail — the pale tone of her skin, the faint shadows beneath her eyes, the way her lips curved even when she was clearly exhausted. He couldn’t look anywhere else. He couldn’t look at her bandaged thigh.

Because if he did, he knew exactly what would happen.

If he looked at the evidence of what Bianca had done to her... he would crumble. He would break.

Marco quietly signalled to Valentina to give them some privacy.

Valentina hesitated. She had spent the last two days demanding answers from Veronica and receiving nothing but half truths and tired smiles.

As she passed Marco in the doorway, she gave him a look that promised interrogation in the very near future.

Marco sighed internally. He already knew he was next.

Luca still hadn’t spoken.

"Luca, I’m fine. I’m okay."

He went down on his knees beside the bed. He lifted her hand and pressed it against his forehead.

His head bowed as if the simple act of touching her hand was the only thing keeping him steady.

Gently, she ran her fingers through his hair as he bowed there beside her bed.

"I’m doing good," she murmured softly. "The food here is crappy but I promise its like I am on vacation."

Still no word from him, he just knelt there, Vee running her fingers through his hair.

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