Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Go Places I Cannot Reach

Not just because helping her was dangerous—but because every instinct he had told him this was a spiral he wanted no part of. Not to even mention the fact that he would be hurting Valentina.

"All I need from you, my darling," she said softly, "is to be my feet in New York. Go places I cannot reach," she continued. "Deliver messages I cannot give. That’s all."

"You’re a witch, Bianca."

If the insult bothered her, she didn’t show it.

Instead she smiled.

"I grew up in the mafia," Bianca said slowly. "But I was mostly dismissed because I was a woman. I learnt everything. I learned how things get done. I learned how people disappear."

Ricardo felt a chill crawl up his spine.

Bianca pushed away from the desk and straightened her dress casually. "Luca has claimed the girl as a Genovese," she continued. Her lips pressed together slightly. "I can’t touch her. But I can damage what they have. And I will damage it so badly," she added softly, glancing back at him, "she will be the one to be thrown off a balcony by Luca himself."

Bianca smiled one last time.

And she walked out of the office.

Ricardo sat there for several seconds without moving.

Because he knew two things with absolute certainty.

First—

Bianca Genovese was far more dangerous than most men in the room gave her credit for.

Second—

He had just been dragged into a war whether he liked it or not.

*****

Don Genovese sat comfortably in one of the armchairs, a delicate porcelain cup balanced between his fingers. He took another slow sip and let out a satisfied breath. "Nonnina," he said warmly, "this tea is magnificent."

Nonnina stood nearby with her usual grace. "You say that every time."

"Because every time it is true."

She allowed herself a small smile.

Just then the front door opened.

Luciano stepped inside.

Nonnina was already moving. She hurried toward him. Her small hands reached for his jacket as he shrugged it off, and Luca leaned down automatically.

The routine was muscle memory.

He wrapped his arms around her briefly, hugging her close and pressing a kiss into her soft silver hair.

"Luciano!" Don Genovese boomed from his armchair. "Nonnina’s brew is still the best I ever had," he declared, lifting his cup slightly like a toast. "When are you going to outgrow her. I need her back in Vienna."

Luca loosened the collar of his shirt. "You’re not getting her."

Nonnina smiled quietly, clearly used to the tug-of-war between father and son. She patted Luca lightly on the chest before heading toward the staircase. "I’ll get you a change of clothes."

Luciano gave a small nod of thanks. Bianca was still occupying his bedroom upstairs, which meant the annex wardrobe would have to do again.

As Nonnina disappeared up the stairs, Don Genovese sighed dramatically.

"You are so selfish."

Luca moved toward the bar as if the comment hadn’t existed.

Crystal glasses clinked softly as he poured himself a drink.

"So I heard you were very busy today," Luca said casually.

Don’s eyes narrowed slightly. "By busy you mean, going to see your mistress."

Luca took a slow sip of his drink. "And delivering threats I didn’t ask you to deliver."

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