Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178: You Fucking Wanker

The man nodded quickly, hands fumbling only slightly as he turned the wheelchair and began to push.

His house.

He almost laughed at the thought because no matter where he went, there was no space untouched by Luca.

*****

Renato Bastione sat in his office, leaning back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin, staring at Cassidy. "You?" he repeated in disbelief. "Cassidy? Former high school teacher... fucked Luciano’s wife?"

"Yes."

Renato burst into laughter. "Pardon me," he managed between breaths, waving a dismissive hand, "if I don’t believe you."

"It doesn’t matter if you believe me or not," he said evenly. "I came to give you information on what I know."

Renato leaned back again, still grinning. "Please," Renato gestured lazily, still smirking. "Carry on."

"Don Genovese is still in town," he said. "I have no idea when he will be leaving. But Bianca mentioned something... about a nanny."

Renato’s amusement faltered. "Get the fuck out of here!" Renato snapped suddenly, the humor dropping from his face. "This was an absolute waste of time, you fucking wanker!"

"She says if you want to kill Luca," Cassidy continued, "the fastest way is through his nanny."

Renato’s eyes narrowed, the laughter gone now.

Cassidy held his ground, meeting Renato’s gaze.

"Luciano has a nanny?" He let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh, leaning back in his chair. "What is he, two?" His lips curled in distaste. "You know what? Get out. Get out."

"The least you can do," Cassidy said calmly, "is check out the information."

Renato’s gaze flickered. "What exactly," he drawled, "am I supposed to do with his nanny?"

"Oh, I’m sure a man of your... creativity will think of something."

Renato laughed again. "You’re a fucking bastard, you know that?" He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, eyes gleaming with malicious curiosity. "Maybe I shouldn’t go after this... nanny theory." He paused deliberately, watching Cassidy. "Maybe I should go after the girl Luca stole from you."

"You would rather go after a woman," Cassidy said, "who means absolutely nothing to Luca?"

Renato’s smile widened. "No," he said softly. "I would go after a woman who might mean something to you." He leaned back again, satisfied. "Let’s see where your loyalties truly lie."

Cassidy exhaled slowly. "Luca didn’t just take my girl. He humiliated me. That’s why I came to you. That’s why I endured your initiation, your tests, your games. The girl?" Cassidy continued, shrugging slightly. "She means nothing to me now." A lie. A necessary one. "But Luciano Genovese? I want to see him suffer. And you," Cassidy added quietly, "are the key to that."

"We’ll see," Renato murmured. "Now get the fuck out of my office."

****

Luciano Genovese sat on the sofa, back bare, skin marked in violent strokes of red and purple. The sting had dulled into a deep, throbbing ache. Pain, to him, had long since become a language—one he spoke fluently, one he sometimes welcomed.

Nonnina’s hands, though aged, were steady as she finished dressing the last of the wounds on his back.

"Thank you, Nonni," he said quietly.

She gathered her supplies. She had already attended to veronica, treating the red welt that had formed across her chest.

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