Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209: I Don’t Need Your Help

Then, against his better judgment, he got to his feet. His steps were slow as he crossed the distance.

He stopped just behind her, close enough to feel the warmth of her body. Bianca stilled instantly, aware of his presence without turning.

Then Luca reached out, his fingers moving toward the stubborn zipper. But before he could touch it— She jerked away.

"I just want to help you," Luca said.

"I don’t need your help," she said.

"Bianca, come on," Luca said, his voice strained as he watched her continue to struggle with the zipper.

She didn’t respond. Her movements grew more frantic, more desperate, as if the simple task had become something much bigger than it was.

Luca stepped closer again, reaching out carefully this time, trying not to startle her. But the moment his fingers brushed near her back—

She swatted his hands away. He tried again. And again she pushed him off, more aggressively this time, her hands trembling with a mix of frustration and something deeper. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Bianca—"

She didn’t let him finish. Her hands kept coming, batting his away over and over, until patience finally snapped.

Luca caught both her wrists in one swift motion, holding them firmly to stop her. "Calm yourself!" he snapped.

And just like that— She broke. The fight drained out of her all at once. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks as she began hitting him, her fists landing against his chest in uneven, desperate blows.

There was no strength behind them. No real intent to hurt. Just pain. Luca let her hit him, standing there as she poured everything out—every ounce of anger, humiliation, and hurt she had been holding back.

Her sobs came hard and uneven, shaking her entire body. He said nothing. Did nothing.

Just took it. Gradually, the blows slowed. Her fists weakened, falling against him instead of striking, until finally they stilled altogether.

Her hands rested against his chest, her breathing uneven, broken by quiet sobs. Luca waited a moment longer, making sure the storm had passed.

Then, more gently this time, he reached for the zipper again. She didn’t resist. He eased the dress off her shoulders, as if she might shatter if he moved too quickly.

Bianca’s gaze stayed fixed somewhere distant, her tears slowing into soft sniffles. Luca helped her out of the dress completely, setting it aside without thought.

Then he bent, lifting her into his arms. She let him. He carried her the short distance to the bed and laid her down gently, pulling the covers over her as if that could somehow shield her from everything else.

Her face was turned slightly away, her breathing still uneven, her body curled in on itself beneath the sheets. Her sobs had quieted now, reduced to soft, occasional sniffles. Luca straightened slowly.

There was nothing else to say. Nothing that would fix this. He turned and walked toward the door.

This time, he closed it properly behind him. Then he let out a long, heavy sigh. Never in his life had he imagined himself here—caught between two lives that couldn’t exist quietly beside each other.