Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: That’s A Load Of Crap

Even now, even now, she was thinking about him, about Ricardo, protecting him.

"That’s a load of crap," Marco said flatly. "And now, Luca will definitely learn about this."

"Don’t tell him. Don’t tell him, please."

"You want to hide a pregnancy?" he asked. "For how long? Three months at least? Besides... have you confirmed you actually are pregnant?"

"No..." she admitted.

"Then why are we even having this conversation?" he asked, the frustration slipping through now.

Valentina’s eyes dropped, her fingers twisting together. "I wanted you to be here."

He swallowed. "Alright," he said finally. "Do you have the tests?"

Val nodded.

"Fine," he added. "Go do your thing."

Valentina got to her feet and turned toward the hallway. "Thank you for being here for me."

"Anytime you need me, I will be here," he said.

*****

Luca sat behind his desk. Still, silent, deadly.

The office itself carried that same energy—dark wood, low lighting.

His gaze moved slowly between the two men standing before him.

"I heard what happened in my club last night," Luca said finally. "I am guessing this has something to do with Valentina."

Marco didn’t move, didn’t speak.

Ricardo, on the other hand, shifted slightly where he stood, discomfort etched into his bruised face. His eye had darkened overnight, swelling just enough to distort his face. The bandage across his nose stood out starkly against his skin—a visible reminder of what happened when Marco lost control.

"I guessed as much too, Luciano," Ricardo said carefully, choosing his words.

Luca’s gaze slid toward him. "You are guessing."

Ricardo swallowed. "I have no idea what it is about," he added quickly.

His gaze moved again, back to Marco. "Is it?" Luca asked.

Marco met his eyes. "Yes."

"Care to enlighten me?" Luca asked.

"I cannot."

"Excuse me?" Luca said slowly.

Danger bloomed in the room.

"Did I just hear you right?" Luca continued. "She is my wife... my girlfriend’s—" he paused, correcting himself with visible irritation, "my girlfriend’s sister."

"I know, Luca," Marco said. "But please... I cannot."

Luca’s gaze shifted to Ricardo. "Get out."

Ricardo nodded once and turned, walking out of the office.

Luca turned back to Marco. He got to his feet, slid a drawer open and pulled out a knife. "On your knees."

Marco dropped to his knees instantly.

Luca stepped closer, the knife glinting faintly in the low light. "Care to repeat how you plan on defying me," Luca said, "or you want me to cut out your tongue?"

Marco lifted his gaze slightly. He could feel Luca’s unspoken demand for loyalty.

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