Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176: I Am A Petty Man

Did he repulse her that much?

His gaze drifted back to Luca.

Kneeling like this, about to be torn apart by their father—

Luciano Genovese still looked like the man everyone chose.

Julian’s eyes flicked back to Don. He watched the older man.

Tried to understand what he had spent years pretending not to notice.

That quiet, unwavering approval.

It didn’t make sense.

How could punishment—how could pain—earn pride?

Unless...

Unless it wasn’t the suffering that mattered.

It was how Luca wore it.

Luca was owning this and it wasn’t even fun for Julian to watch.

Julian shifted in his chair, irritation gnawing through the fog of medication. "What are we waiting for?" he asked impatiently.

Don simply stood, hands still clasped behind his back, gaze fixed on Luca’s exposed back. "A guest," Don answered calmly. "Don’t worry. You’ll get your pound of flesh."

Luca looked... composed. His head was slightly bowed, dark hair falling just enough to shadow his expression, but there was no tension in his shoulders. No visible fear.

Just that quiet, infuriating stillness.

The sound of wheels approaching reached them.

Veronica was being wheeled into the yard, confusion written plainly across her face, her eyes darting around as she tried to make sense of the scene unfolding before her.

She looked out of place.

Don stepped forward. "Welcome, Zuccherino!" he said warmly.

"That’s not for you to call me," Veronica spat. "What am I doing here?"

Don smiled. "Your boyfriend is about to be punished for shooting his brother and hurting his wife," he said. "And you... are going to watch."

Veronica blinked, the meaning catching up with her all at once. "What? What? Is this because of what I said to you?"

Don tilted his head slightly, amused. "I am a petty man." Don turned then, his attention shifting to the man holding the whip. "You may begin."

Vee’s jaw clenched. Her fingers dug into the arms of the wheelchair as the first lash struck Luca’s back, the whip’s coarse leather biting into his skin, leaving a fresh, angry red mark that spread across his taut muscles. Watching Luca—her Luca—take such punishment, kneeling in the dirt made her blood run cold.

The second lash fell, slashing across the other side of his back, and then the third, faster, harder. Each strike made her flinch. She tried to rise from the chair, tried to move closer, to do something, anything to stop the punishment, but her body betrayed her. The bandages on her thigh tightened, a reminder that she was helpless here, pinned by her own weakness, by circumstances outside her control.

Another lash came down, deeper this time, tearing a stripe of blood across Luca’s skin. He collapsed forward slightly under the intensity of the blows. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

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