Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325: You Didn’t Come Home

She had already given David far too many tasks. Asking him to step in now for cleanup duty might be pushing him beyond his limits. Bianca groaned in frustration, lowering herself onto the edge of the bed. "Am I asking too much?" she wondered aloud. Every move from this point forward would carry significant risk, and yet inaction was not an option.

Julian’s recklessness had forced her hand. If she wanted to preserve both her position and the man she still loved, she would have to act swiftly—and carefully.

She groaned in frustration. David had been watching Veronica for days now, yet every attempt to get close to her had ended in frustration. Luca had created a fortress around her—so impenetrable that even the air around her seemed difficult to breathe. At least that was the feedback she got.

Bianca herself felt equally trapped. Though she moved freely within the estate, she knew better than to mistake it for freedom. Luca had assigned security to her, but it was clear their purpose was not protection—it was surveillance. Every step she took, every conversation she had, was carefully monitored. Even her phone calls were intercepted by Luca’s men, ensuring that nothing escaped his notice.

Thankfully, she still had her burners. Hidden within the false bottom of her jewelry box. She waited patiently until the house fell silent. Once she was certain no one was nearby, she retrieved one of the burner phones and slipped quietly into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

She took a steadying breath before powering on the device. The first call on her list was Cassidy. She had no idea why he wanted to speak with her, but his message lingered in her mind.

After that, she would call David. Julian’s reckless actions had created a mess that needed immediate attention. If Luca was truly in custody, Bianca had to act quickly to regain control of the situation. David was the only one she trusted to help her.

*****

Ricardo was surprised to find Valentina at home when he returned the next morning. He paused just inside the doorway, momentarily unsure if he was imagining the sight before him.

He had assumed it would take time for her to forgive him—if forgiveness was even possible. The guilt of his confession weighed heavily on him, driving him to spend the last two nights at the club. In truth, there had been little for him to do there; the staff were more than capable of managing operations without his presence. But the thought of returning to an empty house had kept him away.

Valentina was already in bed, lying on her side. He moved toward the bed and slipped in beside her. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight as he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. His palm came to rest on her stomach.

Val shifted in his arms and turned to face him.

"Hey..." Ricardo said softly.

"You didn’t come home," Val replied.

"I didn’t know you were here," he explained, his thumb gently brushing against her arm. "I didn’t want to stay here without you. The house felt... wrong."

"Yeah, I guess I should have called you," she admitted. "But I was dealing with a lot of feelings."

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