Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242: I Cannot Reach My Sister

When Nonnina came downstairs and found Ricardo and Valentina standing in the living room in the middle of the night, she stopped so abruptly it was as if the house itself had startled her.

"Ricardo!" she barked immediately. "Why would you have her moving around by this time?!"

Ricardo straightened instantly, raising both hands slightly in defence. "I told her we could wait till morning," he said quickly, glancing at Valentina. "But she wouldn’t listen."

Valentina’s hands were clasped tightly together, her foot tapping faintly against the floor. "I couldn’t wait," she said immediately. "Nonnina, I need— I need to talk to Luca."

Nonnina’s gaze softened as she shifted focus to Valentina, taking in her face properly—the worry, the tension, the unmistakable fear. "Child..." Nonnina said more gently now, stepping forward and reaching for her arm. "Come. Come sit."

But Valentina pulled back just slightly, shaking her head. "No! No, I... I need to talk to Luca. Please."

Nonnina frowned. "Is everything alright?"

Valentina swallowed hard, glancing at Ricardo briefly as if hoping he could somehow say it for her. When he didn’t, she spoke anyway. "I cannot reach my sister," she said, the words tumbling out faster now. "She is not answering. She said she would call me, and she didn’t. It’s been hours."

"Did you check her house?" Nonnina asked.

"Yes," Ricardo answered this time. "We stopped there on our way here. She isn’t home."

Nonnina nodded slowly. She placed a gentle hand on Valentina’s shoulder. "Sit, child," she said softly, guiding her toward the couch. "Don’t you worry. Luca will handle it. You hear me? Calm yourself."

Valentina hesitated, still trembling slightly, but eventually allowed herself to be guided down.

Nonnina gave Valentina one last reassuring pat before turning sharply toward the stairs. "Stay here," she ordered over her shoulder. "I will wake him."

Ricardo watched her disappear up the staircase. A moment later, she reached Luciano’s door.

She knocked once and opened it without waiting, stepping inside. "Luciano!" she called out firmly.

A soft shuffle came from the bed.

"Nonnina..." came a groggy murmur as he sat up in bed, completely naked.

She clicked her tongue immediately, unimpressed. "Diavolino!" she said sharply, her hands going to her hips.

Luciano groaned slightly, turning his head toward her voice, clearly still half-asleep. "Nonni? What’s wrong? It’s the middle of the night," Luca said, his voice rough with sleep.

Nonnina stood at the edge of his bed. "Zuccherino’s sister is here," she said simply. "She needs to talk to you."

Luca frowned immediately, sitting up fully now, the shift in his energy instant. The name alone was enough to pull him out of sleep completely.

Nonnina walked over to the chair by the bed. She picked up his robe and pyjama pants and held them out to him. "Get up," she added.

Luca swung his legs off the bed. Whatever patience sleep had left him with was already gone. He stood, taking the clothes from her without argument and began dressing quickly. "Tell me what happened," he muttered.