Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278: Luca Is My Husband

Don turned slightly, picking up a glass from the side table, moving to the bar.

Bianca took another step closer. "Don, Luca is my husband. It doesn’t matter if he loves me or not, I should get an opportunity to try. This distance is not helping. If things look like they are going sideways, I promise I will book a trip to the Bahamas or something. I need to be with my husband. I need to put a bit of effort." Bianca said.

"The last time you were there, you shot his mistress."

"I am a new bride. I should be allowed some mistakes, shouldn’t I? How else will I learn?"

"Have you talked to him about this?" Don asked.

No matter how clever her idea was, this part mattered. Bianca’s lips pressed together briefly.

She looked away briefly, then back at him. "You know he will say no. I haven’t spoken with him since he left Italy."

"Then you should. Luca doesn’t like to be snuck up on."

"Maybe if you put in a word...he will not be able to object." Bianca said. She softened her voice just enough, tilting her head slightly. It wasn’t manipulation—not entirely—but she knew exactly what she was doing. With Don, it was about reminding him of his role in all of this.

"I’ll see what I can do. But I am making no promises."

"Don..." Bianca stepped closer.

Now she was right in front of him, helping him pour the brandy into his glass.

"You chose me for your favourite son. You promised me happiness beyond measure. Why aren’t you fighting harder for me?"

He knew the answer. Of course he did. It sat at the back of his mind like an inconvenient truth he couldn’t voice.

The simple answer was, one doesn’t go to battle with someone armed with true love in his right hand.

Love made men reckless. Impossible to control.

"I’ll talk to him."

It was the only thing he could offer without opening doors that couldn’t be closed again.

"Thank you." Bianca smiled, took his hand and kissed his ring. She had gotten what she came for. "Thank you very much. I had them made your favourite for dinner tonight." Her tone brightened instantly. She stepped back, smoothing her expression.

"I’ll be right down." Don said.

Bianca gave a very wide smile before leaving the suite.

Don shut his eyes briefly. He had wanted to stay out of this mess. He had planned to. But she was right.

He had promised her happiness. And she hadn’t gotten any. What was he to do? If he had known everything would turn out this way, he would have married her to Julian—who clearly was head over heels in love with her. That would have been simpler.

Luca wrapped his arm around Veronica the moment they settled into bed, pulling her close carefully. He had been so good tonight. Consciously, heroically good. No lingering touches, no deep kisses that could escalate, no excuses to glance down her shirt. It was killing him.

Brilliant. Just brilliant. Luca held his breath. If he didn’t move, maybe she wouldn’t notice. Maybe the laws of physics would take pity on him just this once.

Nothing. She was like a drug. That was the only honest way he’d ever been able to frame it. He wanted her when she was talking, when she was quiet, when she was laughing, when she was arguing with him. He wanted her every second of every day, and the wanting didn’t dull.

Not enough, though. It was never enough with her. One taste and he was straight back to starving.