Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: I Gave You Information

Julian, who had been leaning over the table studying a set of documents, straightened slowly. He looked tired. "Calm down, will you?" he muttered.

"For someone who wants to run the most powerful famiglia in Italy, you sure seem determined to prove you’re an idiot."

Julian’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

"I gave you information," she continued, stabbing a finger toward his chest as she closed the distance between them. "and what did you do? You went straight to Luca." Her eyes burned into his. "Straight. To. Luca."

"I thought—" Julian began, but she cut him off with a sharp, dismissive gesture.

"Did you think he’s as foolish as you are?" she demanded. "Did you honestly believe you could walk up to him with that and not raise suspicion?"

"Don’t talk to me like that!" Julian snapped. His hands curled into fists at his sides.

"Isn’t that exactly what you acted like? A fool?" she shot back. "Now he’s onto you. And worse—he knows the information came from me. Do you have any idea what that means? Every move I’ve made, every risk I’ve taken over the past months—gone. Finished. You just threw all my work straight down the fucking drain. You stupid fuck."

Without thinking—without pausing to consider the consequences—he pulled his hand back and struck her.

Bianca yelped as her head snapped to the side, the force of the blow sending her stumbling half a step back.

A strand of her hair fell across her face, partially hiding her expression. Slowly, she lifted a hand to her cheek, her fingers brushing the spot where his palm had connected. The skin there was already flushing, a stark contrast against her complexion.

"I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m really sorry, Bianca." He repeated it again, stepping toward her with a hand half-raised, unsure whether to comfort or steady her.

Bianca recoiled instantly. "Stay the fuck away from me."

"Look, I messed up this time, okay?" Julian said, forcing the words out, trying to regain some control over a situation that had already slipped through his fingers. "I didn’t think it would—"

"No!" Bianca snapped, spinning to face him fully now. Her eyes were blazing again. "You don’t get to reduce this to one time. You have consistently messed up. And if you cannot keep your cool, then I don’t think we should be working together." She turned away from him, walking toward a smaller table pushed against the far wall of the warehouse—a makeshift station cluttered with scattered papers, and a laptop still glowing faintly.

"Bianca, I’m sorry. Okay? Just—listen to me. Comparing me to Luca has always been a sore topic for me."

"Then use your fucking head," she shot back without turning around. "Use it. If you know it gets under your skin, then learn how to control yourself instead of reacting like a damn child. And now that we’re on the topic of comparing," she continued, finally turning her head just enough to glance at him over her shoulder, "have you ever stopped to wonder why Don chose Luca over you?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Because his mother is American?" he said, his tone defensive, mocking. "Because he loved his mother more than mine?"

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