Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310: You Cannot Do This

"No! No! No!" she cried, scrambling out of the bed. She stumbled forward, dropping to her knees on the floor. Her hands reached out, grasping at the hem of Luca’s trousers. "You didn’t tell him all of this."

"I told him enough for him to question your loyalties," Luca replied evenly. "He wants you back in Italy as soon as the heat dies down. He will accept my divorce from you as long as the Genovese get to keep control of the port and you are returned as a Vitale unharmed."

Bianca’s fingers tightened around his trousers. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Luca, you cannot do this. You have no proof of anything."

"You’re right," he admitted. "I do not. And your father also requests for proof of your disloyalty," Luca continued. "Trust me, Bianca. I will find it."

Bianca shook her head frantically. "There is nothing to find," she insisted. "You’re punishing me for a crime I didn’t commit. After everything I’ve sacrificed for you, this is what you think of me?"

"From this minute until you return to Italy," he said, "your calls will be monitored. You will be followed wherever you go. You so much as take a fart, I will know about it."

Bianca let out a broken sob, her shoulders shaking as the finality of his decision settled over her. Luca, refusing to let himself linger any longer, straightened his jacket and got to his feet. "You are making all these up because of that bitch. This is how you get rid of me? By accusing me of all these despicable things!" Bianca snapped. The tears now burned with indignation, streaking down her flushed cheeks as she glared at Luca.

Luca paused at the doorway, his hand resting on the handle. He turned slowly to face her. "Pitiful doesn’t suit you," he said. "Cold and calculating—now that’s more the perfect look for you."

Bianca recoiled, her lips trembling as she struggled to respond. But Luca gave her no such opportunity. With a final, resolute glance, he opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him.

His message was unmistakable. The marriage was totally and absolutely over. She collapsed onto the floor, her sobs erupting into anguished wails that filled the room.

"Luciano!!!" she screamed, her voice breaking as it echoed through the empty corridor beyond.

*****

Ricardo stood by the kitchen counter, a cup of untouched espresso growing cold in his hand. The events of that morning replayed relentlessly in his thoughts—Luca’s interrogation, the piercing intensity of his gaze.

After Luca’s grilling, he knew there was no keeping anything from Valentina anymore. Secrets had a way of festering, of clawing their way to the surface when least expected.

Veronica had been labelled a traitor because of him—because of the information he had supplied to Bianca. It started as a harmless exchange. Now, the consequences loomed large.

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