Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 319

Chapter 319: We’ll Talk While We Cook

"Breakfast," Valentina answered quickly, grateful for the interruption and the escape it provided.

Marco cleared his throat. "Uh... Luca won’t eat it,"

Vee descended the stairs with a small, knowing smile. "Oh, I told him already," she replied lightly. "He might hate Val’s guts, but she is family. His words... not mine." Vee reached her side and gently took her hand. "Come," she said warmly. "We’ll talk while we cook."

"I’ll clean this up real quick first," Valentina said, gesturing toward the shattered glass and spilled coffee on the floor. The remnants of Luca’s mug.

Vee nodded appreciatively. "But be careful," she replied gently.

"I will go check with the guards. Get an update," Marco said as he moved toward the door.

"Marco?" Vee called after him.

He paused and turned, one hand resting on the doorframe. "Yeah?"

"Take a break. Get some sleep," she said softly. "You just got back from Italy. Just pick any of the rooms upstairs."

Marco’s lips curved into a tired but grateful smile. "I’ll do that in a bit. I need to get the guards to bring Nonnina here," he replied.

"Thank you," Vee said sincerely.

Marco inclined his head before stepping outside, the door closing quietly behind him. With the maids given a leave of absence due to the unstable situation, the responsibility of maintaining the home now fell entirely on Veronica. It was one of the few disadvantages of living in such a large house—its grandeur demanded constant care.

Vee made her way into the kitchen, tying her hair into a loose knot as she surveyed the space. She opened the refrigerator, mentally planning a simple breakfast.

Moments later, Valentina entered, having finished cleaning the living room. She washed her hands at the sink before leaning against the counter, watching her sister.

"Did I interrupt something with you and Marco?" Vee asked. She didn’t look up immediately, focusing instead on gathering the ingredients spread across the kitchen counter.

Valentina, who was now slicing strawberries, paused for a fraction of a second before resuming her task. "No, no, we were just talking," she answered quickly. She kept her gaze fixed on the cutting board, hoping her sister wouldn’t notice the faint blush creeping up her cheeks.

Vee hummed softly but chose not to press further. Instead, she began the process of mixing pancake batter, cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking them. "You shouldn’t be mad at Ricardo though," Vee said gently. "I asked him not to tell you anything. If you need to be mad, be mad at me."

"I’m not mad," Val replied, shaking her head. "I’m disappointed. Not with you—never with you—but with Ricardo. He just keeps doing these things, making mistakes. And when it concerns you, I cannot take it, Vee."

Vee offered a small, understanding smile as she added flour to the mixture. "You don’t have to worry about me," she said reassuringly. "I am to be worried about you. I’m your big sister."

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