Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285: Its Never Enough With You

Vee stared at him. Her lips parted. The response she had prepared — whatever it would have been — did not arrive, because her brain had encountered the sentence and was currently conducting a full audit of it to determine whether she had heard it correctly.

"I don’t—" She stopped. Started again. "What?"

"You’re going to learn to be a Donna," he said. "Even if it kills every value you have."

"What does that mean?" She searched his face. "This Donna you keep saying." It was the second time the word had appeared in their conversation that night. "What does that actually mean, Luca? For me, specifically, what does that mean?"

"You’ll see," he said. He turned and threw his shirt back over the chair.

Then he crossed to the bed and dropped onto it. He settled against the headboard. Looked at her.

"Why do you always have to keep things from me?"

"Because," she said, moving back toward the bed, "your main switch is set to kill." She reached the bed and sat on the edge of it, turning to look at him. "If you had any other settings," she continued, "I might consider being more open with you."

"You always have the same excuse." Luca said. He had heard that particular argument enough times to have developed a specific impatience with it. "I leave people alive for more stable reasons than emotional attachments, Vee."

"You have to stop letting your rage control you," Vee said.

Luca inhaled. A long, slow breath in. He held it for a moment. Then let it out, equally slow.

She had to learn. She really, genuinely had to learn. Not to submit — he had never wanted that from her, wouldn’t have known what to do with it if she’d offered it — but to understand the world she was standing in.

"In my world," he said, and his voice had lost its snap, "rage and paranoia are all you have to keep you alive."

It was a fact. She could find it inconvenient. But it was what it was.

"You always have the same excuse," she said. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked at her. The satisfaction on her face was dramatic that she just used his own words to construct a cage around his argument.

"Now can we please get some sleep," she said. The conversation was over.

"I was planning on doing something else again," he said. "But you ruined it." He said it like he was mourning a genuine loss — a regrettable outcome.

"Are you ever satisfied?"

"It’s never enough with you," he said. He reached for her. His arms came around her, knowing where she belonged and returning her there — scooping her in against him, arranging her against his chest, his arms closing around her in an embrace.

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