Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 324

Chapter 324: You Always Underestimated Me

Julian stood a few feet away, a smoking gun held steadily in his hand. "Did you really think," Julian said, "that I wouldn’t have the guts to kill you?"

Luca struggled to remain upright, his hand instinctively pressing against the wound. Pain radiated through his body, but his eyes never left his brother’s.

"You always underestimated me," Julian continued, lowering the gun slightly but keeping it trained on Luca. "That was your greatest mistake."

"Son of a bitch!" Luca cursed, the words torn from his throat as the pain finally registered. His legs buckled beneath him, and he dropped to his knees, one hand instinctively pressing against the warm, spreading blood soaking through his shirt.

Julian stepped forward and kicked the fallen gun farther away, ensuring it was well beyond Luca’s reach. The weapon skidded across the floor just as a fresh wave of men stormed into the cabin. "Tell me," Julian said, his voice eerily calm as he approached his brother, "how you will save her now."

Despite the pain coursing through him, Luca lifted his head, his gaze blazing with defiance. "You better hope I die," he rasped. "Pray to the high heavens that I die, because I will put a bullet to your head if you touch even one hair on her head."

Julian crouched slightly, studying the wound. "It’s not a fatal wound," he remarked. "Consider it tit for tat. Remember when you shot me too? But I cannot kill you yet."

A bitter laugh escaped Luca. "That will be your biggest mistake, Julian," he said, his voice weakening but still resolute.

The strength finally drained from him, and he collapsed onto the floor, his body surrendering to the darkness threatening to consume him. Even then, his hand remained clenched as if still ready to fight.

Julian straightened. "Take him away," he ordered the men. "Get him treated and locked up."

Two guards stepped forward immediately, carefully lifting Luca’s unconscious form while others began clearing the bodies from the room.

Julian walked back to the chair. The path ahead was becoming clearer with every passing moment.

"Call Alessandro," Julian instructed one of his men. "Tell him to retrieve the girl. Put her in the safe house. I’ll go to New York instead."

"Isn’t it safer to bring her here? Less heat," one of the men suggested cautiously.

Julian turned slowly, fixing the man with a cool, assessing stare. "And how exactly do you plan on carrying a hostage through half the world without attracting attention?" he asked.

The guard shifted uncomfortably. "I just thought—"

"That’s the problem," Julian interrupted smoothly. "You thought. Moving her to a neutral safe house in New York keeps her close enough to control while minimizing unnecessary exposure."

Another man stepped forward. "Boss, you know Marco will be a problem. He is loyal to Luca."

A faint smile tugged at Julian’s lips. "I am counting on his loyalty," he replied. "Marco’s devotion makes him predictable. He will act exactly as I expect, and when he does, we will be ready. Has there been anything on my father’s whereabouts?" he asked.

Julian shot Luca and has him in custody.

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