Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243: You’re In My House

Veronica was now sitting on the edge of the bed. One hand pressed lightly against her temple, the other bracing herself against the mattress as she tried to steady her breathing. Her hair was disheveled.

"Hi," Cassidy said softly.

"Cassidy?" Veronica’s voice came out thin, strained, laced with confusion as her eyes darted around the room like she was trying to piece together a reality that refused to settle. Her breathing quickened. "What... what am I doing here?" she demanded, panic rising fast as she pushed herself up from the edge of the bed, her legs unsteady beneath her. "Where am I?"

Cassidy stayed where he was, near the door, watching her carefully. "You’re in my house," he said, keeping his tone calm.

Her eyes snapped to his. "In your bedroom?" she pressed, suspicion cutting through the confusion. "What did you do to me?"

"Really?" he said, a dry edge creeping into his voice. "Do you already think so low of me?"

"I’m... I’m sorry," she said quickly, shaking her head as she pressed her fingers harder against her temple. "I can’t— I can’t remember anything."

Cassidy exhaled slowly, pushing himself off the wall and stepping further into the room. "You must have had quite a lot to drink."

"What?" she snapped, looking at him again, this time with genuine confusion. "I didn’t drink."

"I could smell the alcohol on you, Veronica," he said, his tone firm now. "You don’t have to lie to me."

"I’m not lying," she shot back immediately. "I didn’t drink anything. What are you talking about?" she added. "Cassidy, I swear to you, I didn’t drink."

"Look," he began. "I know the kind of man you’re with, okay? And I know the situation you’re in might push you to... start doing things you normally wouldn’t."

Veronica’s eyes narrowed slightly. "That’s what you think this is?" she asked quietly.

"I’m saying..." he continued, choosing his words more carefully, "that people change under pressure. And you’ve been under a lot of it."

"Are you crazy?" Veronica asked, her brows pulling together as she tried to make sense of what he was saying.

"I know what he has been doing to you," he shot back. "I saw the mark on your face the last time I saw you—hidden under terribly applied makeup."

Veronica blinked, caught off guard.

"I know his wife shot you," he continued, stepping closer now, his voice rising with each word. "I know he has you caught up in this mess of a life, Veronica!"

Her head shook slowly, confusion etched deep into her expression as she tried to follow his train of thought. "Luca didn’t hit me," she said. "He would—What are you even saying?"

Cassidy let out a frustrated breath, dragging a hand through his hair. "Then why did you text me to meet?" he demanded. "After all this time—why now?"

"I..." she started.

And before she could force the words out—Everything shattered. A deafening gunshot exploded through the house, the sound tearing through the quiet. The front door splintered under the impact, followed immediately by the heavy crash of it being kicked open.

Veronica gasped, her body jolting instinctively. The mug slipped from Cassidy’s hand, hitting the floor with a sharp crack as hot coffee splashed across the tiles, forgotten instantly.