Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: I’ll Pay You Back

"I’ll pay you back," she said quickly. "Every penny. I promise. I’ll work ten jobs if I have to."

He arched a brow.

"I mean it."

"Oh, I know you do. You will pay me back."

His gaze dropped briefly to her mouth. When he spoke again, his voice was a blade.

"I intend to collect," he said softly. "I intend to collect your very soul, Bambola."

"I own your breathing," he continued. "Your living. I own your air, your body. I own your existence."

"Because as of this moment," he finished, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for her, "pizza girl... you belong to the devil."

"The devil?"

Luca’s lips twitched, the barest ghost of a smirk forming. He had been waiting for this moment since she had stumbled into his office with that ridiculous pizza box in her hands, eyes bright and naive, unaware of the chaos swirling around her.

"Yes, Bambola," he said finally. "I am the devil." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Vee’s head tilted, brow furrowing. "What are you saying? The devil is... Luciano Genovese. I met him the other day. He—"

She trailed off, staring at him. The smug smile on his face didn’t falter, and that infuriated her more than anything.

"You are Marco," she blurted. "You helped me. You have been helping me... You said you were Marco!"

He simply waited, letting her unravel a little more, letting her desperation paint the room with tension.

Her hands shook, fingers clenching into fists. Then, finally, her eyes found his—dark, unyielding, and merciless—and everything clicked. Rage, betrayal, disbelief, and fear collided, swirling in her chest. "You lied to me," she whispered.

"It is what the devil does," he said softly. "That’s the least of my sins, honey."

Vee’s vision blurred for a moment with anger. Anger at him, at herself, at the world that had placed her in this hell. He had played her, let them escape, orchestrated every move—and she had walked willingly into it, trusting him.

She stepped toward him, every nerve screaming. Every ounce of fear coiled and snapped into rage. She drew her hand back, and punched him square in the face.

Luca’s head jerked, and yet he looked impressed. He pressed a hand to his jaw.

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