Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271: I’m Going To Kill Him

"I am not using anything against him. I’m going to kill him," she added. "I need to know him first."

Julian let out a slow breath. "If this blows back on you, Bianca..." he began. "There is no escaping it. Marco is famiglia. Luca’s capo."

That was protection. That was blood-bound loyalty.

"I don’t care. I am a Vitale. Your famiglia rules don’t apply to me." she snapped suddenly, the sharpness in her voice breaking through the carefully maintained composure she had worn all morning.

The façade cracked.

"I do not give a shit," she continued, her eyes blazing now. "Whatever and whoever stands in the way of my plans, I will get rid of."

"I’m not helping you," he said simply.

"What?" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"This madness we’ve gotten into," Julian went on, pushing to his feet now. "It hasn’t yielded any success so far. I am not going to risk this until I am absolutely sure—one hundred percent—that your plan will not fail."

Bianca’s lips parted slightly, her chest rising as she took in his refusal. "Fine," she said. "I will find help somewhere else." Her chin lifted slightly, pride settling back into place. "I knew I shouldn’t have depended on you anyway." She turned without waiting for a response.

Julian watched her go, his jaw tightening slightly. The morning felt colder now. He exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair as he stared out over the gardens, no longer seeing the beauty of it.

Just the storm forming beneath it all.

"Luciano..." he muttered under his breath.

All of this started with him. With Luca. With the way he had pulled people into his orbit and left them changed.

Broken. Obsessed. Julian shook his head slightly, a quiet sigh escaping him. Luciano had finally driven his own wife to madness.

And despite everything, Julian worried about her. He really did.

*****

When Luca opened his eyes the next morning, he didn’t move. Didn’t breathe too deeply.

Didn’t shift even an inch. Vee was on him, pillow barrier all gone. Her head rested on his stomach, turned slightly to the side, her hair spilling over his skin in soft waves. One of her arms was draped loosely across him, and her fingers were absentmindedly tracing slow, lazy patterns right at the top of his pajama pants.

Luca’s lips twitched into the faintest smirk. Well... looks like someone couldn’t resist all the hotness. He closed his eyes again, pretending to still be asleep, choosing patience over reaction. He waited.

Whatever this was—this unguarded version of Vee—he didn’t want to scare it away. Her touch was light at first. Distracted. Like she didn’t even realize what she was doing. Circles. Lines. Random shapes drawn against his skin through the thin fabric of his pants.

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