Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Get The Fuck Out

"Get out!" she said simply. "Get out now!"

Don smiled faintly, as if her reaction had been exactly what he expected. "Be well."

"Get the fuck out!"

Don Genovese turned and walked out of the room.

For a moment Veronica sat perfectly still, staring at the door.

His words echoed in her mind.

What have you given up for him?

The question gnawed at her.

Before she could stop herself, she grabbed the small rolling table across her lap and hurled it off the bed.

It crashed loudly against the floor.

Plates shattered.

Juice spilled across the tiles.

Cutlery scattered.

Her breathing turned ragged. "Fuck!" she muttered under her breath.

The anger drained out of her almost instantly, leaving doubt behind.

Veronica brought both hands to her face, pressing her palms into her eyes as tears spilled through her fingers.

Luca had sacrificed so much already.

And she...

She had walked straight into his life and turned everything upside down.

Her shoulders shook as the tears came harder now.

What if Don Genovese was right?

What if loving her really did destroy him?

*****

The reception hall glittered with chandeliers and gold-trimmed mirrors. Crystal glasses chimed, laughter floated through the air, and the orchestra played a soft waltz. It was a beautiful wedding by every standard. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Luca felt absolutely none of it. His hand rested firmly on Bianca’s waist as they joined the newlyweds on the dance floor. The room watched them. Luciano Genovese and his wife were a spectacle. Power always attracted eyes.

He moved with perfect rhythm.

But there was no warmth in it.

No connection.

Just a mechanical execution of obligation.

Bianca tilted her face up toward him, her hair falling softly over her shoulders. She had clearly gone to great lengths tonight. The dress clung to her body in a way that demanded attention—cut low enough to reveal generous cleavage, slit high enough to flash her thighs every time she moved.

And the room had noticed.

Men noticed.

Half the men in the room were watching her.

Luca caught the groom staring once, quickly looking away when their eyes met. Married men, single men, even a few women were glancing in Bianca’s direction.

He felt nothing.

Because every second he stood here was another second he was not at the hospital.

Not with Veronica.

The music carried them slowly across the floor.

"Are you still mad at me?" Bianca asked quietly, looking up at him.

Luca’s jaw tightened. "I don’t want to talk right now, Bianca. Let’s just get this over with and you can go home."

Bianca swallowed slightly, her fingers tightening on his shoulder as they turned with the music.

"Can you fault me for reacting the way I did?" she asked. "You are my husband. Shouldn’t I at least feel something?"

Luca said nothing. He simply guided her through another turn, his eyes drifting briefly across the ballroom. His fingers flexed slightly against Bianca’s waist.

If Bianca knew exactly how tightly he wanted to squeeze her neck right then, she would wisely stop talking.

She shifted closer as they moved.

Once, he might have noticed.

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