Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Lunch Is Here

"Oh—shit," she blurted, stumbling back half a step.

The man was huge. Thick neck, broad shoulders, suit strained just enough to suggest it was holding on for dear life. His eyes flicked down to the pizza box, then back to her face.

And that’s when it hit her.

This was the underground of Commissioned. The place people whispered about. The place run by the devil.

Eiish.

Her grip tightened on the box as she forced a polite smile. "Hi. Pizza." She held it out to him, because that was what she was here for. Deliver pizza. Survive. Go home.

The man didn’t take it.

He glanced past her, then down the corridor, then back again. "You don’t give it to me," he said slowly.

"Oh." She blinked. "Okay. So... who do I give it to?"

"You bring it in."

"In where?" she asked, even as a very bad feeling curled in her stomach.

He stepped aside, revealing a stairwell descending into shadows.

Vee swallowed. Every instinct screamed turn around, but her feet didn’t move. "Alright then," she said, trying for casual and landing somewhere near brave stupidity. "Lead the way."

She followed him in, then down.

Veronica’s sneakers sounded too loud against the steps. Her fingers tightened around the pizza box, suddenly acutely aware that this was the dumbest delivery route she had ever taken in her life.

At the bottom, the man stopped in front of a heavy door. He knocked.

"Lunch is here, boss."

There was a brief pause. Then a low grunt of approval drifted through the door. It was visceral. Satisfied.

The door opened slightly, just enough. The man gestured with his chin for her to go inside.

Vee hesitated then stepped in.

And then she saw him.

The most good-looking man she had ever laid eyes on.

He was seated behind a massive desk, his head thrown back against the chair, fingers clenched hard around the edge. His chest rose and fell slowly. His eyes were tightly shut, jaw clenched, lips parted.

She thought he was dying.

"Are... are you alright?" Vee asked before she could stop herself.

His head snapped forward.

Blue eyes locked onto hers.

"Who the fuck are you?" he demanded.

Vee’s eyebrows shot up, but she straightened instinctively, defaulting to professionalism. She lifted the pizza box slightly. "Pizza."

"Pizz... pizza?" he echoed, incredulous. "I didn’t order no fucking pizza."

"Well," she replied calmly, "someone ordered pizza from Scalese Pizza Parlour."

The woman straightened, smoothed her dress, and walked past Veronica. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

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