Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Your Daughter Is Safe

"Given what happened at the anniversary party," he added, "I sensed some sort of friction."

"I assure you, all is well with both of them. Once all this business with the Bastione is concluded," he continued, his fingers resting lightly against the arm of the chair, "I’m sure they will spend more time together."

"I do not believe my daughter should be in town during the ambush," Vitale said finally. "I am confident in your planning skills, but..." He let the sentence trail off. He didn’t need to finish it. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The implication was clear. No plan was perfect. And no father would willingly leave his daughter exposed in the middle of something like this.

Don Genovese nodded once, acknowledging the concern without offense. "I understand," he said. "I promise you—your daughter is safe."

"Besides," Genovese added, shifting slightly, "she is working on her clothing line. I’m sure travelling will do her some good."

"Thank you," Vitale said after a moment, rising slowly to his feet. "Well, I should get going. I need to make the arrangements for the men you requested."

Genovese stood as well. "I appreciate it, Enzo," he said. "Really. Very soon," Genovese continued, "we will be rid of the Bastiones."

"We have waited too long," Don Vitale said. "All the Dons in the city..." He let out a slow breath, shaking his head faintly. "I cannot believe you get to achieve this feat."

"We get to achieve it," Genovese corrected smoothly.

"His sons in New York... will they not give trouble?" Don Vitale asked, pausing just outside the office as the low hum of activity from the wharf filtered in around them.

"I do not think they would want to take on Luca in New York," he replied. "Not unless they have suddenly developed a death wish."

Vitale huffed a quiet breath. "Fine man, your boy," he said, glancing sideways at him. "Sorry to say, but he is a greater man than your first."

There was no offense taken. If anything, Don Genovese let out a low, knowing laugh. "Trust me," he said, "I agree."

Vitale’s lips curved faintly. There was no need to pretend between men like them. Strength was recognized, not resented. "Luca and Bianca are just the perfect match," Vitale continued. "Imagine the great things their children will do. A formidable father and an exceptional mother..." He clicked his tongue lightly. "Just chef’s kiss."

Don Genovese laughed again. "We have been daydreaming about that since Bianca was five," he said.

Vitale shook his head slowly, a small smile lingering. "Simpler times, uhn."

Don Genovese walked Vitale out personally. A few quiet words were exchanged at the exit—final acknowledgments, subtle reassurances—before Vitale stepped into his waiting car.

By the time Don Genovese turned back toward the office, his expression had hardened again.

Marco was already there. He followed at a respectful distance, silent, observant. He stepped into the office behind the Don.

Don Genovese moved behind his desk, placing both hands on its surface as he looked at Marco. "Why are you here?" he asked.

Straight to the point.

"I bring a message from Luca," he said.