Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: I Don’t Like Being Followed

Marco closed the door behind him and started walking toward the other vehicle, gun hidden in his jacket.

When he reached the driver’s side, he tapped lightly on the window. The driver slowly rolled it down.

Marco leaned slightly. He offered a small smile. "I don’t like being followed," he said calmly.

The driver swallowed, his hands tightening slightly on the wheel.

"Out of respect for Mrs. Genovese," he continued, "I will not shoot you in the head. Anyone I see tailing me once again," Marco added, "I’m going to put a bullet straight through them. Is that understood?" he finished.

The driver nodded quickly. "Yes... yes, sir."

Marco held his gaze for one second longer—just enough to make sure the message had truly landed—before straightening and stepping back from the car. He turned without another word, and made his way back to his own vehicle.

Once inside, he shut the door quietly and placed the gun back into the glove compartment.

He leaned back slightly in his seat, his fingers resting loosely on the steering wheel as he stared ahead for a moment before starting the engine.

What had Bianca suspicious? She hadn’t hesitated to put eyes on him. Which meant— She already believed something was off.

But what? His arrival? Or was something already in motion before he even stepped foot in Italy?

Marco exhaled slowly, pulling the car back onto the road. He didn’t like unknowns. And right now, there were too many of them. He adjusted his route slightly, his gaze flicking once to the rearview mirror. He drove in silence, the road stretching ahead. He headed to the hotel, the one Cassidy had stayed in.

*****

The Commission building loomed behind Luca as he stepped out. His driver moved around the car, ready to open the door.

"Luciano!" The voice cracked through the parking lot.

Luca didn’t even flinch. He sighed instead. He turned just as Julian stormed toward him, his face twisted with anger, his movements erratic, barely controlled.

"You son of a bitch!" Julian thundered.

"Can we go through one meeting," Luca said calmly, lazily, "without your tantrums, Julian?"

"You sent Marco?!" Julian shouted, closing the distance between them. "You sent Marco?! What am I to you, huh?!"

"A glorified messenger," Luca replied coolly, "that doesn’t even know his job description."

Julian swung. But Luca had seen it coming before Julian’s shoulder even moved. He shifted effortlessly, weaving out of the path of the punch. His hand shot out, catching Julian’s wrist mid-motion, gripping hard enough to stop him cold.

Then— With a sharp twist and a controlled burst of force— He slammed Julian face-first against the trunk of the car.

Metal rattled. Julian grunted, the breath knocked out of him as Luca pinned his arm behind his back, holding him there with ease.

"When will you learn," Luca said, right by his ear, "that you cannot beat me anymore?"

Julian struggled, but it was useless. Luca didn’t even strain.

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