Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267: That’s A You Problem

"That’s a you problem." She refused to even let the words touch her.

But Luca noticed she was responding. That was progress.

"Apologizing isn’t really doing the trick," he said. "So I’ll just help you understand why I did what I did."

"Help me?" Vee scoffed, finally turning her head fully toward him, her eyes flashing with disbelief. "Dude, I don’t care."

Luca pressed on anyway. "I know what I did to you was extreme," he admitted. "But I didn’t actually predict you were going to pull the gun on yourself. Why would you even think of leaving me behind?" he asked.

That was the wrong thing to say. She turned toward him, her eyes widening slightly in disbelief that he had actually just said that.

"Oooooh..." she dragged out, shaking her head slightly. "I’m the bad guy now." Her voice rose just enough to carry the weight of her anger. "Oh, I’m the suicidal bitch," she continued, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "It’s all my fault. It’s my fault that you have trust issues," she finished.

"I never doubted you," Luca said simply.

"Excuse me?" she said, tilting her head slightly. "So what were you testing for, Luciano? The width of my vagina?"

That stupid, infuriating smile tugged at his mouth.

"I know the width of your vagina," he replied. "I don’t need a test for that."

Vee stared at him, already regretting the words the moment they left her mouth.

"But I can always reconfirm," he added lazily, eyes glinting faintly with amusement, "if I can still fit inside you."

"You’re an asshole," she muttered, picking her fork back up, stabbing her food with more force than necessary.

Luca let out a quiet chuckle, satisfied. "Well established," he said easily. "I had to be absolutely sure you were completely with this," he said after a moment.

"With what?" she asked flatly.

"With me," Luca clarified. "With us." His fingers tapped lightly against the table once, then stopped. "I need that clarity," he continued. "Because it influences everything I do moving forward. I don’t like questioning you, Vee," he admitted. "I hate it. When things about you are brought to me," he added, "I want to stand solidly on my ground that I know who you are. That I know just how much you love me."

"If you didn’t know," she said, "then you are an idiot. Because I don’t know how else to love you," she continued, "and still prove it to you at the same time."

"I’m sorry," he said.

The words had been sitting at the edge of his tongue the entire time, waiting for permission to fall out.

"Means absolutely nothing to me," she replied flatly.

He grabbed her chair and pulled it closer. Then he spun it, positioning her so she was facing him directly.

"Hey—" Vee started, but he didn’t let her finish.

His hands stayed on the chair as he leaned in slightly, eyes locked on hers. "I’ll take whatever punishment you want to give me," he said. "I can’t take this cold shoulder. I can’t. I really do miss you, Vee." He exhaled sharply, then added, almost recklessly— "You want to actually shoot me, I’ll hand you a loaded gun."

Vee’s eyes narrowed instantly. "You think I will not?"

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