Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: You Called Me Saying 911

Nonnina sat in the living room, her hands folded tightly in her lap, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular. The clock ticked loudly on the wall, each second stretching longer than the last, her thoughts circling endlessly.

She didn’t like this feeling.

The front door burst open with a sharp echo, breaking the silence.

"Nonni!" Luca’s voice rang through the house, urgent, already edged with tension. "Nonni?" He stepped inside. His eyes scanned the room.

Nonnina rose slowly, meeting him halfway.

"I’m here," she said.

Luca reached her in seconds, his gaze sharp as it moved over her, checking for injuries, for signs of distress, for anything out of place. "What’s going on?" he demanded.

"Be calm." Nonnina said it the way she always did—softly, firmly. She reached for Luca’s jacket. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Nonni? You called me saying 911. That’s not exactly be calm energy."

His eyes were already scanning the room again, instincts firing on all cylinders. Windows. Doors. Shadows. Angles. Exit points. Threats.

Nonnina turned to face him slowly. "I have worked for your family for over thirty years now, Luciano," she began, folding his jacket neatly over her arm. "One of the perks of working for the mafia..." She paused, her lips curving faintly. "Is knowing when something is wrong. It sharpens your instincts."

"Okay..." he said slowly, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Are you quitting?"

That earned him a soft chuckle.

Nonnina shook her head, stepping closer, reaching up to adjust his collar. "I better die in your arms, Diavolino," she said, "or I swear, I will haunt you for the rest of your life."

"So what is this?" he asked.

"I am being watched."

The restless edge disappeared.

A certain stillness took over him. This was where he functioned best. Where everything slowed down just enough for him to think clearly... and act decisively.

"When did you first notice?" he asked.

"A few days ago," Nonnina replied. "At the market. At the store. Small places. Ordinary places." She clasped her hands together lightly. "It’s subtle. But you notice when someone looks at you too long. When they linger just a second more than they should."

Luca nodded once, processing. "Same person?" he asked.

"I believe so," she said. "Or at least... the same kind of presence."

Luca stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly—more tightly than usual.

"I’ll take care of it," he murmured against her hair.

Nonnina smiled softly, her eyes closing for just a second as she leaned into him. "I know you will," she said.

She pulled back slightly, cupping his face in her hands. "Now you can go back to Vee," she added.

"I think I’ll stay with you tonight instead," Luca said, loosening his cuffs as he moved further into the house. "I need to look into this anyway... and Veronica is very distracting."

"Be gentle with her," Nonnina said after a moment. "She isn’t totally healed yet."

Luca huffed under his breath as he walked toward the bar, pouring himself a drink. "Yeah, I try," he muttered, lifting the glass slightly before taking a slow sip. "But she is relentless."

"Luciano..."

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