Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: I Just Heard

"Don Bastione is back in Italy!" Julian announced.

Don Genovese remained seated behind his desk, fingers lightly steepled, his gaze thoughtful as he absorbed the information. "Is he now?" he said finally.

Slowly, a smile spread across his face.

"Yeah. I just heard. You want to go ahead with the plan?" Julian asked. He stood across from his father’s desk.

"Yes," Don said. "But first confirm with Luciano if the information Bastardi gave is still good. I don’t want to be caught unawares."

"I have to go to New York?" Julian asked, though he already knew the answer.

"How else do you plan on carrying such sensitive information?" he replied smoothly. "Oh—and make sure to give him the message this time," Don Genovese added. "I haven’t forgotten that you deliberately left some information out the last time I sent you to New York."

Julian’s lips curved into the faintest hint of a smirk. "It gave you a pretty much needed insight into Luciano’s distraction in New York, didn’t it?" he countered.

"It wasn’t what I asked you to do," Don said.

Julian looked away with a small shrug. "Fine," he said. "I don’t want to argue about Luca anyway."

"That would be a first," Don Genovese said dryly. "And Julian?" his father added.

"Yes?"

"After the Bastione business is done," Don said, "we need to start looking into getting you married."

Julian was caught slightly off guard—not by the concept itself, but by the timing. "Why so abrupt?" he asked.

"Because I am afraid you may start fucking your brother’s wife," he said plainly. "Now that their relationship is strained."

Julian’s jaw tightened ever so slightly, his expression shifting into irritation. "When I find someone, I will let you know," Julian replied.

Don Genovese tilted his head faintly, as if considering that answer and finding it insufficient. "You have a limited time," he said. "Find one, or I find for you."

"Yes, father," Julian answered.

Don Genovese nodded once, satisfied enough for now. "Get ready to leave," he continued. "And as soon as Luciano gives the go ahead, come back here immediately. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Then Julian turned, opening the door and stepping out into the corridor beyond.

*****

"So, you are leaving for New York uhn?" Bianca asked, as she stood in the center of her war room.

Julian stood beside her, his hands tucked loosely into his pockets as he studied the map. "Yeah," he answered simply. "What’s the next step?"

Julian’s lips pressed into a thin line. "I take offense to that," he said.

"You never want to hear the truth," she replied coolly. Bianca turned slightly, her gaze drifting back to the map, but her voice didn’t lose its intensity. "Take Ricardo for example," she continued. "Fucking pussy!"

The insult came out with clear disdain, her lip curling faintly as if the thought of him alone irritated her.

"You really don’t like him," Julian muttered.

"He’s weak," Bianca said simply. She stepped closer to the map again, her fingers brushing lightly over one of the pinned photographs before pressing it more firmly into place. "I need the travel documents planted before you even arrive in New York," she said. "I don’t want you anywhere near suspicion."

"Awww...are you worried about me?" Julian teased, a slow grin spreading across his face.

Bianca turned to him sharply. "How can you even ask that?" she shot back. "Of course, I am worried about you. Why would you say that?"

For a split second, Julian looked genuinely taken aback. He straightened slightly, the teasing ease slipping.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry," he said quickly, raising his hands. "It was just a tease. Didn’t know I would hit a nerve."

"I..." she hesitated, then shook her head slightly before continuing, quieter now. "I can’t lose you. You are the only one on my side."

(Here is to 400 power stones.)

**Okay...I have been a bit nervous for the past few days. I want to upload the new novel *His Secret Slave to Scandalous Queen* but the amount of work that has already gone into it is frightening. I am just realising historical romance is not for the weak. Which makes me afraid that maybe it will turn out boring. But I will upload it today and if its first week doesn’t do well, I will go back to the drawing board. and then obsess over it some more. My bed headboard already looks like Bianca’s map.****