Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306: You Stubborn Bastard

Grunting with effort, Carol struggled to drag his unconscious body inside. He was heavier than he looked, and her back protested every inch of the way. "Come on, you stubborn bastard," she huffed, pulling him across the threshold before kicking the door shut behind them.

She paused to catch her breath, hands on her hips as she stared down at him sprawled across the floor. "Did you actually come all the way from Italy to Singapore with an injury?" she asked incredulously.

There was no way she could move him any farther. Her back wasn’t what it used to be, and the effort had already taken its toll. "Fantastic," she muttered, shaking her head.

"Idiot," she added, rolling her eyes. Turning on her heel, she began heading upstairs in search of the first aid box. "Stupid mafia people. Don’t know when to quit. Fucking fool," she continued to curse under her breath as she moved through the house, her irritation masking the flood of memories and emotions threatening to resurface.

Despite her grumbling, her steps were quick and purposeful. Whatever history lay between them, one thing was certain—she wasn’t about to let him die on her floor.

*****

Luca lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He hated waiting. He hated not knowing. Uncertainty was more dangerous than any visible enemy.

If Renato was going to retaliate, he should have done it already. Calm was often the most deceptive state of all. Violence, at least, was honest. It announced itself with gunfire and blood. Silence, however, concealed intentions.

There was still no word about his father. Marco remained in Italy, chasing fragile leads that seemed to dissolve as quickly as they appeared. Each passing day without news deepened Luca’s frustration and fear, emotions he rarely allowed himself to feel. The Don was not just his father but the pillar upon which their famiglia rested. Without him, the balance of power trembled precariously. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Aside from his father’s disappearance, everything else seemed... calm. Too calm. Luca exhaled slowly and leaned further back into the bed, his eyes never leaving the ceiling. From the adjoining bathroom came the soft sounds of running water and Veronica’s quiet movements. The familiarity of her presence offered a some measure of comfort amidst the chaos swirling in his mind.

Veronica had suggested that the engagement party be cancelled, arguing that it was too risky given the current circumstances. Luca, however, had dismissed the idea. He refused to allow fear to dictate his actions.

"I’m not putting my life on hold because some asshole doesn’t have the balls to come at me," he had told her.

To Luca, cancelling the event would signal weakness—a message to their enemies that the Genovese family was vulnerable. That was a perception he could not afford. Strength, even if it had to be performed, was essential.

Maybe Renato would strike. Maybe he wouldn’t. The uncertainty was maddening. Days had passed, and New York remained eerily quiet. It was as if the city itself were holding its breath.

Meanwhile, in Italy, Julian appeared to be stabilizing the situation with the assistance of Don Vitale. It left a bitter taste in Luca’s mouth. Luca had no desire to become further indebted to Bianca and her family. Plus Julian’s loyalties were still being questioned.

Luca turned his head slightly, listening to the water shut off in the bathroom. His thoughts drifted back to his father—the man who had taught him everything about leadership, loyalty, and survival. The absence of any confirmation about the Don’s fate weighed heavily on him.

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