Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197: I Will Not Tell Him

"First," she said. "we need to talk about what to tell Luca. He isn’t going to like what you’ve done," she added.

"Yeah," he muttered, running a hand over his face again. "That’s... putting it lightly."

"Listen," Veronica said. "I will not tell him."

Ricardo stared at her. "Bianca will," he said.

"No," Veronica replied, just as quickly.

The certainty in her voice was unsettling.

Ricardo frowned slightly, his brows pulling together as he searched her face, trying to understand where that confidence was coming from. "How can you be so sure?"

"I won’t be playing defense anymore," she said. "I’ve never been one to play defense," she continued. "I just... I guess I felt some guilt. At being with another woman’s husband."

Ricardo didn’t interrupt.

"But..." Veronica added. "The same way Luca will bring down the heavens for me...is the same way I will bring down the heavens for my sister. You try," Veronica went on, "as much as you can to fix your relationship with Valentina. I will be on the next flight to Vienna."

"Vienna?"

"Is Marco in?" she asked, glancing back at him briefly.

"Yes," Ricardo replied automatically, still catching up.

"I’ll just stop by to see him."

"Miss Scalese..."

Veronica paused at the door, her hand resting lightly against the handle as she glanced back over her shoulder.

"Please... be careful."

It felt inadequate the moment he said it but it was all he had.

She smiled. "Didn’t you get the memo?" she said lightly. "I’m familia now. No one can hurt me."

"I’ll walk you to Marco’s office," Ricardo said.

*****

The Vitale home was just as huge as the Genovese mansion.

Gold accents caught the light from chandeliers, polished surfaces reflected faces and movements, and the air carried the faint blend of expensive wine and rich food.

Dinner had ended, but no one had left.

Don Genovese and Don Vitale occupied the center of the room. Conversations flowed easily, glasses of wine passed between hands, laughter rose and fell in controlled waves.

And then, there was Luca and Bianca.

Bianca sat close enough to him to suggest intimacy, her posture relaxed, her expression composed as she engaged in conversation with one of the Vitale women. Her laughter came at the right moments, her gestures subtle, her presence undeniable.

Luca, beside her, played his part just as well. His arm rested along the back of her chair—not quite touching, but close enough to imply familiarity. His responses were measured, his attention distributed just enough to avoid suspicion.

To anyone watching, they were flawless.

A power couple.

Luca’s gaze drifted briefly, scanning the room out of habit, his mind already detached from the conversation happening around him.

Bianca leaned slightly toward him then, her shoulder brushing his arm just enough to be noticed.

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