Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 294

Chapter 294: That’s Exactly What It Is

"Yeah, that’s exactly what it is." Marco drawled.

"Did you come by to see Ricardo?" he asked casually, the subtle edge of sarcasm in his tone suggested he already knew the answer.

Bianca caught the nuance immediately. Her lips curved into a polite smile, acknowledging the unspoken challenge without confronting it directly. "Yes," she admitted. "I came to invite him and his fiancée over to dinner tonight."

Marco’s gaze sharpened slightly, but he remained silent, allowing her to continue.

"I was just about to inform Luca," she added, glancing briefly down the corridor that led to her husband’s office. "He doesn’t sleep at the house, so I guess this is where I get to see my husband, uhn?" She managed a weak laugh.

"He’s been busy," he said diplomatically.

Bianca nodded. "Of course. The life we chose doesn’t exactly allow for... conventional marriages." She straightened, reclaiming her poised demeanor. "I won’t keep you any longer," she said. "I should go and see Luca."

"Yeah, he is in," Marco said, his tone neutral as he stepped aside to allow Bianca passage.

Bianca offered him a dazzling smile. "Thank you, Marco. You are such a dream."

Marco huffed softly in response, the faintest hint of irritation crossing his face. He watched her retreating figure as she walked down the corridor. When she finally disappeared around the corner, Marco’s expression hardened.

Without hesitation, he turned back into his office and shut the door behind him. He moved toward his desk. Pulling open the bottom drawer, he revealed a brand-new handgun nestled inside.

"Damnit," he muttered under his breath.

There was no time for paperwork—no time to log the weapon officially or follow protocol. The situation was escalating too quickly, and Bianca’s sudden appearance only heightened his unease plus this stupid dinner invitation. He picked up the gun, checking its weight and balance before sliding it into the waistband at the back of his trousers. His jaw tightened as he pushed the drawer shut.

Why didn’t I think of it sooner? he wondered, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. Instinct told him that Bianca’s visit was far from innocent.

Meanwhile, Bianca continued down the corridor toward Luca’s office. She paused briefly outside Luca’s door, smoothing the fabric of her outfit and composing her expression. With a gentle knock, she waited only a moment before pushing the door open.

Inside, Luca sat casually on the edge of his desk, he had been expecting her.

"Amore mio," Bianca beamed as she stepped inside.

Luca’s expression remained unchanged, his gaze steady and unyielding. "Stop calling me that," he said flatly.

Bianca tilted her head slightly, the smile never leaving her lips. She closed the door behind her before taking a few graceful steps toward him. "I can call you whatever I want."

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