Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254: He Will Be Flogged Brutally

"He will be flogged brutally." Luca answered.

Valentina sucked in a sharp breath, her face draining of colour as her eyes snapped immediately toward Veronica. Veronica was already moving.

She stood up quickly from the sofa and crossed the small distance between them, placing both hands firmly on Valentina’s shoulders to steady her. "Hey," she murmured urgently. "Breathe. Stay with me."

The image Luca had just painted refused to leave Val’s mind.

"But..." Luca continued. "Marco doesn’t want you there. He is accepting his punishment with grace, but I will have to send you away for a couple of days to explain your absence."

Valentina frowned faintly through her shock, struggling to follow. "Send me away?"

"Yes," Luca said simply. "Ricardo, you are free to join her if you want to."

"No," Ricardo said immediately. "I’ll stay,"

Valentina glanced at him briefly, but said nothing. The tension between them remained unspoken, but very much present.

Luca nodded once. "Moving forward," he said, "you will not be seeing Marco."

Valentina stiffened.

"He is not allowed to be anywhere around you," Luca continued. "He isn’t even allowed to look at you. If this happens again," he said coldly, "his punishment is more final."

Valentina’s body trembled as the reality of Luca’s words sank in, each sentence hitting harder than the last. "No... no!" she cried, shaking her head violently. "Don’t do this. Please—don’t do this."

"It’s the rules, Val," he said simply. "I’m sorry."

"No! No! No!" she repeated. Her breathing turned uneven, panic rising as she stepped forward a fraction. "You don’t understand. I cannot lose him. He is my friend. I cannot—please..."

"Calm yourself, Val!" Vee said firmly. "Take it easy."

But Valentina was beyond calming in that moment. She shook her head again, tears streaming down her face. "You don’t understand," she insisted through broken breaths. "Marco risked his life to save me. Me! He didn’t have to. He didn’t owe me anything. I would have been rotting with Bastardi—or whatever his name is."

Her words tumbled out faster now, desperate to be understood, as if explaining it enough times might undo what was coming. "He protected me." Her chest heaved as she tried to steady herself, but it was useless. The thought of losing Marco entirely—erased from her life by decree—felt unbearable.

"Actually," Luca said dryly, lifting a hand slightly as if correcting a minor detail in a report, "I saved you. But whatever." Luca shrugged slightly. But his eyes shifted subtly—observing, assessing. Not just Valentina, but Veronica too. He saw their loyalty.

"I can’t lose him," Val whispered again.

Luca’s gaze flicked briefly toward Veronica again, then away, as if he caught himself observing too closely. He adjusted his stance slightly, returning to his usual detached posture.

Valentina’s gaze dropped slowly to her hand. The ring caught the light faintly as her fingers trembled around it.

For a long moment, she just stared at it. Her breath was uneven, still shaken from crying, her cheeks wet and her lashes clumped with tears.

With trembling fingers, she slid the ring off. Veronica’s breath caught sharply.