Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273: He’s Just A Softie

Ricardo looked at her, brows lifting in mild disbelief. "Do you know Luca?" Ricardo raised a brow. "Have you met Luca?"

Val didn’t even flinch under the challenge. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, as if the question itself was unnecessary. "He’s just a softie."

"To your sister!"

The protest came out instantly. That single clarification was the most important correction he could possibly make in the conversation.

Val didn’t seem particularly moved by his reaction. She looked seriously amused now, watching him take all of this far too seriously. "Oh don’t make him sound like the devil." Val said.

"He is the devil!" Ricardo exploded.

The words came out louder than he intended.

"Thanks for certifying me." Luca said from behind them.

Ricardo jumped out of his skin and turned around so fast he nearly knocked into the counter. His heart thudded hard against his chest as he faced the man he had just been loudly condemning. Luca stood there like he had always been there—composed, unbothered.

"Luciano! Didn’t know you were close by." Ricardo’s tone shifted instantly, scrambling for recovery. He forced a smile.

Luca’s gaze flicked briefly between them. There was something unreadable in his expression—something that made it impossible to tell whether he found the situation amusing or simply irrelevant. "I was." he said simply.

Then his attention shifted fully, landing on Valentina.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"I was just about to have breakfast. Where is Vee?"

"Cake hunting for the wedding."

"So where are we going?" Val asked.

"I’m taking you wedding shopping."

There was a pause—a beat where the words settled, processed, and then—

"ooooooooh..." Val’s reaction burst out of her. Her face lit up, excitement replacing everything else in an instant. She moved quickly, grabbing a take-away plate and scooping her breakfast onto it hurriedly. She suddenly couldn’t afford to waste a single second.

Ricardo watched her with resignation, the earlier tension in his body slowly dissolving into acceptance.

Val barely looked at him as she packed up her food, her attention already fully on Luca and what he had just offered. "When you say take me wedding shopping, is there like a price limit?"

"No?" Luca said.

Her eyes widened instantly, lighting up with a kind of excitement that could only mean trouble for Luca. "Oh...oh...oh...You are in for a fabulous day, my dearest sister’s crazy boyfriend." She practically sang the words, her voice bubbling over with delight as she bounced slightly on the balls of her feet. In her mind, plans were already forming—outfits, stores, possibilities stacking endlessly now that one crucial limit had just been removed.

Luca watched her, the corner of his lips threatening to lift. But Ricardo was still there. So whatever amusement Luca felt stayed controlled, tucked neatly behind his usual composure.