Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289: Fuck That Shit

He shifted, looking up at her, confusion etched across his face. "You going somewhere?"

Vee hesitated, her fingers slowing in his hair. "Well... Bianca is going to be around..."

"Fuck that shit!"

"Luca..." she said. "You don’t have to go out of your way to reassure me."

He scoffed. "I’m not—"

"I’m good," she cut in gently. "I promise."

There was no accusation in her voice. No jealousy. Just... acceptance. It was funny but Luca didn’t like that she was okay with it. Didn’t like that she wasn’t fighting him on it.

Didn’t like that she seemed ready to step back.

"I’m going to see you whenever the fuck I want," he said finally.

Vee’s lips parted slightly, but she didn’t interrupt.

"I’m going to fuck you whenever the fuck I want, wherever the fuck I want."

Vee smiled down at him. He really did look like a child like this—sprawled across her lap, all sharp edges and danger temporarily folded away. If anyone else saw him now, they wouldn’t recognize the man people feared. "If you say so," she murmured, amusement threading through her voice.

Luca shifted again, settling more comfortably, his arm sliding around her waist. "You smell nice..." he mumbled, his voice muffled slightly against her.

"Are you alright?" she asked finally. "You’re acting... clingy."

Instead, he answered simply.

"Why wouldn’t I be?" he said, his lips brushing lightly against her wrist before trailing to her palm. "I have everything I want, right here."

Luca relaxed further into her. Every now and then, he’d tilt his head just enough to press a kiss somewhere—her stomach, her wrist, the inside of her arm.

Vee kept her hand in his hair, her fingers threading through it rhythmically. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"I’m obsessed with you," he whispered. His eyes stayed closed.

"I love you," she said. She knew—God, she knew—what this was. There was nothing safe about them. It was consuming, reckless.

One of them was going to die one day for it. She could feel it. And still... she chose him.

Still, she stayed. The most dysfunctional love story ever. Soon after, the door swung open.

Nonnina swept into the room. A woven basket rested comfortably in her arm, covered with a neat cloth that hinted at far more food than one person could reasonably eat. "Zuccherino..." she called, her voice bright and affectionate. "Ah! I was afraid you must have left. I made some of that tea."

Vee’s smile froze. "The tea?" she repeated slowly, glancing down at Luca.

He still had his eyes closed, head comfortably in her lap, but now there was a small, very guilty smile tugging at his lips.

"Nonnina..." Vee started carefully, choosing her words. "Really, I don’t think the tea is necessary."

Oh, if only you knew... Luca thought in response to Nonnina’s question, biting back a laugh.

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