Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249: Tell Me The Truth

After a moment, he spoke again.

"Tell me the truth," he said quietly. "Did Cassidy hurt you?"

"No," she said firmly. "He seemed to think I was drunk when I showed up at his door."

Luciano hummed low in response. Her shoulders sagged slightly.

"I should have listened to you," she said quietly.

"Yeah," he replied bluntly. "You should have. Right now, I’m not sure where your loyalties lie."

"With you," she said instantly. "It will always be with you, Luca. Always."

"Talk is cheap," Luca said with a quiet sigh. "Would you get a maid to come clean this up before you have another almost accident?"

She nodded once, silently, and stood to her feet. "I’ll get it sorted," she said. She stepped carefully around the broken glass, her earlier urgency replaced with cautious movements.

Luca exhaled slowly, letting his head fall back as his eyes slid shut. He couldn’t afford this. He couldn’t afford to be blinded.

One minute it was bliss—her laughter, her stubbornness, the way she filled spaces in him he didn’t even know were empty.

The next was chaos, explosive, unpredictable, threatening to tear everything apart. And also—it was exactly the reason he couldn’t stay away from her. Her madness was intoxicating.

But if they were going to survive this, he had to stop being a man in love at least for a while.

He had to be who he was raised to be. Love didn’t win wars.

*****

Marco returned from Singapore a day later. He didn’t go home. Instead, he headed straight to Luciano and explained everything to him. "Don’s plan is set," he continued. "The Bastione ambush will move forward. Positions have been mapped out using the blue print Bastardi gave us. Entry and exit routes accounted for."

Taking the Bastiones down would be more than just another victory—it would be a statement.

A decisive one. The Bastiones had built their name on chaos—pirates masquerading as businessmen, operating out of Italy with just enough structure to avoid collapse, but enough brutality to stay feared. They weren’t refined like the Genovese. They didn’t play the long game.

"Renato Bastione hasn’t given me any problems yet here," Luca said aloud. "And I hope to God he doesn’t dare. Or I’ll wipe every single Bastione soldier," he added coldly. "Starting with Cassidy. Do you think I should go over there?" Luca asked after a moment, shifting his focus back to Marco. "Help him out?"

"I think he has it handled," he replied. "He has a good number of men already in position. And Don Vitale is backing him—sending some of his own men to reinforce the operation."

Luciano nodded slowly. "Good," he said quietly. "So what else did you find out?"

"I visited the hotel Cassidy stayed at," he began. "To confirm whether Miss Scalese actually visited him. Their security system—CCTV, entry logs—everything—had a glitch."

Luca’s brows furrowed. "A glitch?" he repeated.

"Yes," Marco said. "For that specific day."

"Convenient," he muttered.

Marco nodded. "Too convenient," he agreed. "Everything before and after that day is intact. But that window?" He shook his head. "Gone."

Someone had gone out of their way to erase that specific timeframe.

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