Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287: You Can Handle That

"He’s distracted," she said.

A pause.

"By a mistress."

"You can handle that," David said simply. The way he said most things — stripped of everything except the essential content. He always believed problems had straightforward solutions and the primary question was simply which one to apply.

"I cannot. He claimed her as famiglia."

To claim someone as famiglia was to place them under a particular kind of protection, any physical harm taken against that person was treason.

"Makes no difference to me," David said. "You want her gone, she is gone."

And the thing was — she believed him. Completely and without reservation. David had always existed in the rare category of people whose words and capacity existed in perfect alignment. He said what he could do and he could do what he said and there was no gap between those two things.

Which was precisely why she couldn’t use him that way.

"I fear if anything happens to her, I will be blamed immediately." "Luca is already suspicious of me. He’s been watching, I can feel it. " She paused. "The most dangerous version of him is when he’s quiet. I have tried everything. I tried to sow discord between them. I moved pieces that should have landed." She shook her head once. "It hasn’t worked. None of it has worked."

She looked at her hands briefly. "It’s like the girl has bewitched him." She said.

"What do you need?" David asked.

"I have a plan," Bianca said.

David tilted his head. "Plans," he said.

"Fratello. I need to do this carefully. My marriage is at stake. My husband doesn’t call me. He doesn’t want to see me. He has touched me once since we got married. Once. In over a year. What I want—What I want is my husband back." She met David’s eyes. "Him. I want him back."

"But I don’t want him annoyed at me. I don’t want him suspicious, I don’t want him looking in my direction with hatred. I cannot be the visible hand in any of this. Not even slightly. If anything traces back to me — anything — it’s over. He will end it and I will have nothing."

She held David’s gaze. "So I need to be precise."

"How do you plan on getting this done?" David asked.

"I’ll be leaving for New York in a few hours," she said.

"New York. I cannot be anywhere near airports, Bianca. I’m a wanted man."

"Fratello. You have your ways. Whatever finance you need," she added, "I will provide."

"Still haven’t heard the plan," he pointed out.

The ghost of a smile moved briefly at the corner of her mouth. She leaned forward, dropped her voice and proceeded to explain.

*****

The blood left Ricardo’s face so completely and so quickly that it was almost interesting to observe.

One moment he was standing in his office across from Veronica, the next, he had become a man who appeared to be drafting his will in his head.

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