Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: I Have To Go

His eyes dragged over her again—he tried not to, he failed spectacularly. "Did Marco know about this?!"

Her lips twitched. "He kinda helped me put it together." A pause. Then, with mock offense, "Okay, wow. This is really looking like you aren’t glad I am here."

Luca dropped the gun from his forehead, letting it hang uselessly at his side again as he stared at her. She looked entirely too comfortable being the center of his unraveling. "Vee..." He exhaled slowly. "I have to go."

"What?" she asked, quieter now.

"I mean—" He scrubbed a hand over his face. "I’m glad you are here. I truly am." He looked back at her, jaw tight. "But I just ruined an entire party. A party full of very powerful people in this city. For you. Because you said you were in danger."

"I am in danger," she replied stubbornly.

"Real danger!" he shot back, stepping closer again, frustration simmering just under the surface. "Not—this."

"Fine... fine," she muttered. She shifted slightly on the bed, the movement making the lace cling and slide in ways that were deeply unhelpful for Luca’s already fragile composure. "Go to your party. Your wife...Just get me off these damned cuffs. I’ll go back to New York in the morning."

"That’s not what I meant," he said, more sharply than intended. "Goddamnit, Vee—" The gun hit the table with a dull thud. He didn’t even remember deciding to drop it. He grabbed the key.

"You are really going to leave me," she said, not looking up.

"God damn it! This is not a joke, Vee!"

"Oh my God..." she let out a quiet, disbelieving breath. "You don’t want me here." Her eyes dropped to the cuff still circling her wrist, and suddenly the entire setup—the lace, the teasing, the carefully constructed chaos—felt ridiculous. "Get me the key," she said, quicker now. "Get me the key."

Luca handed it over. And that... somehow hurt more. Veronica snatched it from his hand, the metal cold against her fingers as she fumbled—just slightly—before sliding it into the lock.

She pulled her hand away immediately, rubbing at her wrist. Then she reached for the robe. The soft fabric slid over her skin, swallowing the lace, hiding everything she had so deliberately revealed minutes ago. "I’m sorry," she said, tying the belt too tightly, fingers moving faster than her thoughts. "I’m terribly sorry." A hollow laugh slipped out. "I’ll leave. Be the good little New York mistress."

Luca’s hands disappeared into his pockets. "I want you here, Vee." She shook her head before he even finished.

"No... I shouldn’t have sprung this on you. That was... selfish."

"I’m constantly afraid," she admitted. "That maybe... maybe you’d fix things with her." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

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