Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247: It’s My Bedroom

A man who expected betrayal because it was all he had ever known. A man who would give everything for love...

...and yet would never deserve it. He slid into bed and shut his eyes, willing his body to surrender to sleep, even if his mind refused to follow.

For a while, he just lay there. But eventually, exhaustion won. Sleep came—but it brought no peace with it.

His dreams were anything but calm. They came in fragments. Faces he loved—turning away from him.

Veronica walking away without looking back. Marco standing still, watching him fall but not moving to help.

Even Nonnina was leaving. In the dream, she didn’t say anything. She just looked at him with sadness in her eyes... and turned away.

Luciano’s chest tightened painfully even in his sleep, his body reacting as if it were real. He tried to call out.

Tried to move. But like all nightmares, he was stuck. Left behind. He tossed and turned. The sheets twisted around his body.

The morning dragged on like that. By the time the sunlight filtered fully into the room, he had barely rested at all.

At about nine in the morning, the door creaked open softly. Nonnina stepped in carefully, balancing a tray with breakfast and a cup of coffee. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

She paused just inside the doorway, her sharp eyes taking in the state of the bed, the way Luciano was tangled in the sheets, his face slightly drawn even in sleep. "Diavolino..." she called softly.

He stirred, his brows pulling together before his eyes slowly opened.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

Luciano blinked a few times, dragging himself fully awake. "I’m fine, Nonni," he said. He pushed himself up slightly, rubbing a hand over his face. "Could you pass me my pajama pants?"

Nonnina set the tray down on the dresser with a small clink. Then she turned, spotting the pants draped carelessly over the sofa. She picked them up and walked back toward him, handing them over with a disapproving look.

"I tell you countless times," she muttered, folding her arms as he pulled them on, "a grown man doesn’t sleep naked."

"It’s my bedroom, Nonni," he replied. "And you’ve seen me naked all my life."

Nonnina scoffed loudly, waving a hand dismissively. "Tcha..." she clicked her tongue, clearly unimpressed. "That does not mean I want to keep seeing it forever. There should be boundaries."

"Are Ricardo and Valentina still here?" Luca asked.

Nonnina shook her head as she adjusted the tray on the dresser. "No. The girl—too hyper," she said with a small chuckle. "She wanted to leave early this morning to go see her sister. It is nice," she added, glancing back at him, "to see sisters so close. Worrying about each other like that."

Her eyes softened slightly. "How is Zuccherino?"

"She’s fine," he replied. He pushed himself out of bed and walked over to the dresser, picking up the coffee mug.

"Will you go to work?" she asked.

He took a sip before answering, letting the bitterness settle on his tongue. "Maybe later in the day," he said. "I’ll have lunch here though."

She nodded slowly. "Diavolino?" she called again. "You hurt."

"You know me so well," he said lightly. "But I’ll be fine."

She simply nodded, stepped closer, and gave him a small pat on the chest. "Eat," she murmured.

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