Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245: You Owe Me Nothing

A bargain. A life for a life.

"Thank you," she said softly after a long pause. "For staying with him." Her eyes lifted to meet Marco’s again. "I could never repay that debt."

"You owe me nothing," he said. "You picked up a boy on the streets and made him your son. My life is yours."

Carol exhaled slowly, shaking her head as she moved closer. "My beautiful boy," she said, reaching up to cup his cheek gently, her thumb brushing lightly against his skin. "You do not owe me your life. You owe you your life."

"I want to owe you my life," he said quietly.

Carol sighed softly, her hand falling back to her lap. She had always known this about him.

Loyal to a fault. Marco didn’t know how to stop, didn’t know how to choose himself when it mattered.

"Then tell me what is going on," she said gently, shifting the conversation back.

"That is the problem," Marco said. "I don’t know. I don’t. I have investigated," he continued, shaking his head slightly. "I barely slept in Italy. I followed every lead I could, spoke to everyone worth speaking to..." He exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face.

"And the only thing I know— the only thing I can confirm— is that the wrong people are joining forces against Luciano. And they plan on using his weakness against him," Marco added quietly.

Carol didn’t need to ask what that meant. She already knew. "The girl?" she asked softly. "Veronica Scalese."

Marco nodded once. "Yes."

"He told me about her," she said after a pause, a faint smile touching her lips. "She seems like a pleasant girl." Her eyes returned to Marco, thoughtful now. "Is she good enough for my son?"

That earned a quiet chuckle from him—brief, but genuine.

"Your son is not good enough for her," he said simply.

"Good," she said, nodding with approval. "With all the bad you people do, you deserve good women to even you out. Help you rack up some good karma."

Marco huffed softly. "What do I do?"

"I’m assuming Vittoria’s son is one of those you speak about?" Carol asked.

Marco nodded once. "Yes."

Carol let out a slow breath, her gaze dropping briefly before lifting again, more certain now. "Of course," she murmured. "And let me guess... Luca’s wife is another?"

Marco’s eyes flicked to hers, a hint of surprise breaking through his usual composure. "Yes," he said. "How do you know?"

"Because history is repeating itself. My advice?" she continued. "Tell this girl to get out before it’s too late."

"Ma!" Marco straightened, turning fully toward her, disbelief etched across his face.