Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174: You May Leave

The knocking continued.

"Nonni...you can just come straight in," he called out, dragging a hand through his messy hair. "You have seen me naked all my life!"

Grumbling under his breath, he walked out of the bedroom, past the living room.

The knocking didn’t stop.

"Alright, alright!" He reached the door and yanked it open in irritation.

But the irritation died instantly.

Because it wasn’t Nonnina standing there.

It was his wife.

Her eyes scanned him quickly—taking in the bare chest, the low waistband of his underwear, the sleepy disarray of his hair.

Then his brain finally restarted.

"What do you want?" Luca stepped backward into the apartment, his gaze darting around the room.

Where the hell was his robe?

His mind was ringing with panic. Vee’s going to kill me. Vee’s going to kill me!

Bianca stood at the doorway. "I came to tell you I am leaving for the airport, for Vienna."

Luciano disappeared briefly into the apartment and returned moments later, now wrapped in a dark robe, the belt tied loosely around his waist. It did nothing to soften the perfection of his body. If anything, it made him look sexier. "You didn’t have to make an announcement."

Bianca swallowed, her fingers tightening slightly around the strap of her bag. "I also want to apologise, for all the trouble I caused."

"Apology accepted. You may leave."

"Luc..." she started, taking a step toward him.

"Now!"

"Fine," she said, lifting her chin slightly. "Don will probably speak with you about this but you have to be in Vienna soon."

"For what?"

"Both families are hosting our one year anniversary," Bianca said. "They can’t have a party for us if you are not there. My mum plans on going all out."

Luca exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. I will talk to Don about it."

Bianca nodded.

There was nothing left to say.

And yet—

She stepped forward again. Her arms shifted slightly, the instinct to hug him flickering through her body.

Luciano moved back instantly.

A clear, unmistakable boundary drawn in silence.

Bianca stilled. She nodded once.

A small, accepting gesture.

Then she turned and walked out.

Luciano stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door.

Then—he chuckled.

The fear of Veronica is the beginning of wisdom.

"Yeah," he muttered to himself.

Then a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

"I’m completely fucked."

He was doing exactly what he called other men simps for. Oh karma, you wicked bitch.

*****

"I’ll get you back on time. I promise." His grip on her hand remained firm. He guided her out of the airport, away from the noise, the waiting, the humiliation she had been drowning in.

The drive was smooth. Cassidy kept the conversation light, teasing, distracting—throwing small lifelines her way.

A joke here. A comment there.

And slowly—

A crack in her sadness. A small smile.

Then another.

And finally, a full laugh that surprised even her.

Progress.

By the time they arrived at his house, Bianca felt lighter... but also more unsteady.

Cassidy pushed the door open.

And the moment they crossed the threshold—

Bianca didn’t give herself time to think. She turned, grabbed his collar, and pulled him toward her, her lips hovering precariously over his just waiting for him to close the distance. "Don’t say no."

Cassidy blinked, caught slightly off guard. "Actually," he said lightly, "I was leaning more to watching TV, eating popcorn and getting you tipsy before getting on the plane."

"Fuck that." She pulled him closer. Her lips found his in a desperate, searching kiss—less about passion, more about escape. "I need this, Cas, please. It means nothing. I assure you."

Cassidy stilled for a fraction of a second. "That’s the problem."

Her hands moved lower, snatching his dick in her hands.

Cassidy exhaled sharply under his breath. "Fuck..."

"you want me. Stop pretending." She said it like a fact.

He pulled her closer, yanking her top to expose her smooth bare cleavage. "Didn’t want to make it too easy for you." He turned them, guiding her back until she met the wall. His lips trailed along her neck.

(Brought to you by Janelle Fox)