Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: He Said He Would Call

All of Luca’s attention was on Veronica. She sat on the edge of the couch, leaning forward slightly, her phone gripped tightly in her hand, her eyes locked onto the screen.

Her hair fell over one shoulder, partially hiding her face, but Luca could still see the intensity there—the focus, the anticipation, the impatience she was trying (and failing) to contain.

Luca, on the other hand, was stretched out more casually on the opposite end of the couch, one arm draped lazily along the backrest.

"I don’t get how calls work," he said dryly. "Is it the harder you stare at the phone, the faster the call comes through?"

"Shh... shh... shh..." Veronica waved him off without even looking at him, her eyes still glued to the screen.

Luca raised a brow, leaning his head back slightly as he let out a quiet, incredulous huff. "Unbelievable."

She shifted slightly, adjusting her grip on the phone, her thumb hovering just above the screen.

"Great. Just great," Luca muttered, sitting up a little straighter now, his patience thinning. "Why don’t you just call him?"

Veronica turned her head sharply to look at him, her eyes narrowing. "Because," she said, "he said he would call. Besides, I don’t want to interrupt the moment. Now shush!" Veronica said.

"Will you stop shushing me?" Luca snapped.

"Then keep quiet if you don’t want to be shushed," she shot back immediately, not even sparing him a glance.

Luca pushed himself to his feet. "Do you have any alcohol in this house?" he asked, his tone just loud enough to be annoying.

Veronica, still glued to her screen, lifted her hand and pointed vaguely toward the kitchen without looking up. "There," she muttered.

He turned and strode into the kitchen. He opened one cabinet. Nothing. Another. Glassware.

Finally, a third—bottles lined neatly, untouched, like they were there for display more than use.

Grabbing the first bottle that looked strong enough to do the job, he didn’t bother with a glass.

The truth was—he wasn’t just irritated. He was angry. And beneath that— Jealous. He leaned back against the counter, unscrewing the bottle cap with a twist. He took a slow sip, letting the burn settle, hoping it would dull something.

It didn’t. If Valentina said yes... then that was it. She and Ricardo would get their perfect ending—wrapped up neatly. A marriage. A child on the way. A future that made sense.

A future that worked. And him? He and Veronica were still here. Stuck. Caught somewhere between what they were and what they could be.

A cursed limbo. He took another drink. Yeah—he was angry. Yeah—he was jealous. And yeah—

He was tired. From the living room, he heard a sharp vibration. Then— A squeal, full of pure, unfiltered joy.

Luca closed his eyes for half a second, his jaw tightening as the sound confirmed what he already knew.

She said yes. Of course she did. He exhaled slowly, pushing himself off the counter and setting the bottle down with a soft clink.

She said yes.