Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: I Know What You Do

That look. He didn’t like the idea that anything he did could make her look at him that way.

Why didn’t he tell her? Why didn’t he tell her that the man who had asked him for that favour was her father?

That was where all of this had started. The first thread. The first decision that set everything else in motion.

He could have told her. Should have told her. But he hadn’t. What would that change? He couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

At the end of it all, he got her. She had been the outcome. The reward. The one thing that mattered above everything else.

He got her. She was the ultimate gift. The ultimate victory. So why hadn’t he seen her in three days?

Why hadn’t he called? Why hadn’t he even tried? He had buried himself in work instead.

Julian was in town. There was still no final word from Bastardi. And until that came through, everything else remained in a state of suspension.

The Bastione ambush was still looming. He didn’t trust Julian anymore to deliver messages to his father.

Julian had always been unpredictable, always walked the line between loyalty and self-interest a little too comfortably. But now? Now Luca saw it clearly.

So no. Julian wouldn’t be the one handling this. Marco would. Marco was steady, reliable and loyal.

If something needed to reach their father intact, untouched, unaltered. Marco was the only choice.

His thoughts moved on, slotting into the next problem. Voss. Detective Andrew Voss. The man was becoming an irritation Luca couldn’t quite shake.

Luca had already had him looked into. The man was clean. Spotless, even. Just a cop. A good one.

The only flaw—If it could even be called that was his obsession with Luca. Luca’s eyes narrowed slightly as he considered the possibility again.

Could Voss have planted the documents on Veronica’s desk? It would make sense. A calculated move to create suspicion. To provoke a reaction. To force Luca into making a mistake.

But no—It didn’t fit. If he wanted Luca, he would come for him head-on—not through planted evidence to prompt Luca into killing Cassidy because it seems that was going to happen eventually if Cassidy was still snooping around his woman.

Still...Luca wasn’t ruling anything out. He couldn’t afford to. Then there was Rosa. The police had already written her death as a mugging gone wrong.

His gaze shifted to the stack of papers sitting on his desk. Bianca’s business plan. He hadn’t touched it. He hadn’t even opened it.

It had been sitting there for days now. He considered it for a moment, then leaned back again, exhaling softly.

He was seriously thinking of skipping it entirely. Just sending her the money she needed without review.

It would be easier. Bianca was smart—he knew that. But right now, he didn’t have the patience to dissect projections and proposals.

Not with everything else pulling at his attention. And she hadn’t called. Not once. Which was... unusual.

Not that he wanted her to. The silence suggested acceptance. Like she was finally coming to terms with the fact that Veronica wasn’t temporary.