Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26: It’s Not A Stupid Question

"What the fuck?!" Luca shouted, turning toward her fully now.

She swallowed, refusing to look away. "It’s not a stupid question. You kill people. You maim them. Is it really so ridiculous that I would assume that?"

Shame crossed his face. He bit his lip, hard. The feeling made him scowl. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"I have never had to fuck any woman by force," he snapped. "Every single woman I’ve fucked has begged for it."

"Are you sure?" Vee shot back. "Or do you just pay them to fuck you? Because honestly, who in their right mind would want to fuck a monster like you?"

His pride took the hit and bled. He let out a slow breath.

He turned in his seat to face her fully. "How about this," he said calmly. "You point at any woman. Any woman at all. As long as she’s not underage, not married, and not collecting social security."

"If she agrees to fuck me," he continued, "I will do whatever I want with you tonight."

"So you double win."

His smile widened. "You didn’t let me finish."

She crossed her arms. "Go on, Casanova."

"If I lose," Luca said, "I’ll let your sister go."

Everything else faded. The anger. The fear. There was only that sentence.

"You swear?" she asked, suddenly breathless.

Luca lifted a hand. "On my name."

Her heart leapt. She nodded quickly, excitement flaring so fast it startled her. "Deal."

"Wanna kiss on it?"

"What? No." She blinked. "We shake on it like normal people."

"Sweetie," he said patiently, "with a woman, a deal is only considered a deal when the mafia kiss on it."

She narrowed her eyes. "That sounds like bullshit."

"It’s very traditional bullshit."

She knew he was lying. She could see it in the faint glint of amusement in his eyes. But her sister’s freedom burned brighter than suspicion.

"Fine," she snapped. "One kiss."

She turned in her seat to face him. Luca’s hand came up at her waist, drawing her closer until the console bit into her hip. He leaned in and brushed his mouth against hers, then deepened it with hunger.

Vee shoved at his chest, more flustered than she wanted to admit. "That should be enough kiss for a deal."

Luca cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. He glanced down at his lap, the very visible outline of his arousal staring back at him, then swore under his breath. "Fuck..." He put the car in gear and drove off, focus returning to the road.

Vee folded her arms and stared out the window. The city gave way to Luca’s neighborhood, a pocket of wealth. Tree-lined streets. Low, tasteful lighting. Security cars parked subtly at corners. This was where money slept soundly.

That was when she saw an elegant woman stepping onto the sidewalk, framed by the soft glow of a streetlamp. She wore heels and a fitted coat that probably cost more than Vee’s entire wardrobe. Her Porsche waited obediently at the curb, sleek and expensive and very much hers.

"There!" Vee all but shouted, pointing.

Luca startled. "What?"

"That woman," Vee said, already grinning. "Let’s see if she wants to fuck you. And you cannot tell her this is a bet."

Luca arched a brow, amused. "You’re very confident all of a sudden."

Vee leaned forward, eyes bright. "Women like that have standards. They don’t need men. They definitely don’t need you."

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