Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318: I Wasn’t Thinking

"Marco?" she called softly.

He cleared his throat before responding. "Are you properly dressed?"

A faint blush returned to Val’s cheeks. She adjusted the robe around her more securely. "Yeah, uh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just..." Her words trailed off as Marco finally turned to face her.

Their eyes met, and the air between them seemed to thicken with unspoken emotion. Marco’s gaze softened, taking in her disheveled hair, the remnants of tears in her eyes, and the protective way she held the robe closed around her. He quickly schooled his expression into one of calm reassurance.

"Is Vee going to be okay?" Val asked. "Don’t lie to me, please."

Marco stepped closer. "She is protected,"

Valentina searched his face, looking for any sign of deception. "This ’kiss of death’..." she began hesitantly, the phrase still foreign and terrifying on her tongue.

"Ricardo exaggerates," he replied, offering a small, comforting smile. "Luca is leaving for Italy. He will sort everything out."

Val let out a shaky breath, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. "He always seems so certain," she murmured. "Like the world bends to his will."

Marco allowed himself a faint chuckle. "Sometimes it does," he said. "And when it doesn’t, he forces it to."

Valentina nodded slowly, absorbing Marco’s reassurance. For a few moments, they stood in silence, the ticking of a nearby clock the only sound between them.

"Was he right?" Val finally asked.

Marco glanced at her, slightly confused. "Hmmm?"

"Luca," she clarified, her fingers tightening around the belt of the robe. "Those things he said about you being..." She trailed off, suddenly unsure of how to phrase the question without sounding foolish.

Marco let out a soft breath, understanding dawning on his face. "Luca exaggerates..." he replied carefully, realising that was his go to excuse nowadays.

"So, you don’t find me sexy,"

Marco shifted his weight, running a hand along the back of his neck as he considered his response. "Okay, Val," he began. "Luca is new to your teasing. I’m not. But seriously, I cannot tell if you are serious or teasing right now, which makes that particular question difficult to answer." He paused, then added, "So I plead the fifth."

A small laugh escaped Valentina, it carried an undercurrent of sadness. She lowered her gaze briefly before looking back up at him. "Would it help if I said a little part of me hopes you do?" she admitted softly, her eyes glancing away immediately after the confession.

Marco shook his head gently. "No, it doesn’t," he replied.

"Of course," Val murmured, offering a sad but understanding smile. "I know this isn’t a conversation we should be having."

Marco respected her honesty, yet he was acutely aware of the boundaries that existed. "Definitely not,"

Despite the certainty in his words, neither of them moved.

But the words refused to come. Instead, the silence between them deepened, filled with everything left unsaid. Valentina exhaled shakily, realizing that perhaps there was no simple way to complete that sentence. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

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