Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223: Let’s Start Simple

"I don’t know," Voss replied. "Why don’t you tell me?"

A faint murmur from outside drifted through the broken entrance, but neither of them paid it any mind now.

The room had narrowed. Just the two of them.

"According to them," Voss continued, gesturing vaguely toward the street where the crowd lingered, "people seem to be dying and disappearing around her." He paused just long enough for the weight of that statement to settle. "And that was around the time you came into the picture."

Marco’s posture stiffened ever so slightly at that, though he didn’t interrupt. Luca didn’t react at all.

"So maybe you can clarify a few things for me, Mr Genovese."

The challenge was clear now.

"Ask away," Luca said.

"Let’s start simple," Voss said. "You walk into a woman’s life, and suddenly bodies start dropping. You expect me to believe that’s coincidence?"

"I expect you to believe what you can prove," Luca replied smoothly.

"That’s the problem," Voss said. "You don’t leave much behind, do you?"

Luca’s gaze held his, unwavering. "No," he said simply. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Let’s start with Inferi..." Voss said.

"Who?"

"The street thug who wanted to have Miss Scalese move his drugs," Voss clarified, watching closely for even the smallest flicker of recognition.

"Oh, that one," Luca said. "I paid him off. Its amazing how one can clean up dirt with money," Luca added.

"Paid him off?" Voss repeated.

"Yeah," Luca said with a small shrug. "Two thousand dollars specifically."

"I’m sure he didn’t get to spend the money," Voss said. "Let’s talk about Paul Marino."

"I don’t know who that is."

Voss wasn’t buying it. "The owner of the pizza shop right in front of here," Voss pressed, gesturing vaguely toward the street outside.

"Never met him," Luca said.

Tony kept his head down, pretending to busy himself with something unseen.

"You have a very convenient memory, Mr Genovese," he said.

Luca’s lips curved faintly. "I have a very busy life, Detective," he replied. "I don’t keep track of every small business owner in the city."

"Did you know he was my father?" Voss said. "The father of a cop," he continued, his eyes locked onto Luca’s, searching, demanding. "I bet you didn’t. I’m sure that is the one mistake you have ever made in your entire mafia life."

Luca smiled. "I have never made a mistake, Detective Voss."

And the way he said it—It sounded like belief. Absolute, unwavering belief. What happened with Paul Marino had been unfortunate. Messy, even. But in Luca’s mind, outcomes mattered more than moments—and that outcome had brought Veronica into his life.

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