Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 328

Chapter 328: You Can Barely Move

If Cassidy was moving, it meant something was unfolding. Perhaps this was his chance—his opportunity to uncover the truth and, in some small way, atone for the damage his past actions had caused.

Ricardo pressed lightly on the accelerator, maintaining a careful distance as he tailed Cassidy’s vehicle.

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Luciano fought to keep his eyes open, clawing his way back from the suffocating darkness that threatened to swallow him whole. Pain pulsed through his body in slow, relentless waves, each heartbeat reminding him that he was still alive. And strangely, that thought alone gave him comfort. If he was alive, then there was still a chance—however slim—that he would return to Veronica. To his Vee. If nothing else, he would see her one last time, hold her, and tell her how deeply, how irrationally obsessed he was with her.

His breathing steadied as his vision began to clear. He blinked slowly, attempting to orient himself, and that was when he realized something was wrong. He couldn’t move.

A surge of adrenaline cut through the lingering haze of sedation. Luca shifted his wrists instinctively, only to feel the cold bite of metal against his skin. His ankles were similarly restrained. He glanced down, confirming his suspicion—he was cuffed to the bed.

The Genovese home hospital. A bitter smile tugged at his lips. Of all the places Julian could have imprisoned him, it had to be here—within the very walls that symbolized their family’s legacy.

Luca’s gaze swept across the room. And then he saw him. Julian sat comfortably on the sofa opposite the bed, one leg crossed over the other. Luca let out a dry chuckle, the sound rough against his throat. "Worried about me, brother?" he asked, his voice hoarse but laced with unmistakable sarcasm.

"Did you know he was alive?" Julian asked, ignoring the jab.

Luca raised an eyebrow. "If you are talking about Father," he replied, "then I am guessing you are screwed, aren’t you?"

"Not necessarily," Julian said. "It just puts a delay in my plans to deliver your mistress’s final verdict."

"Touch her and I will make sure your reign as Don is the shortest in Genovese history."

Julian’s smile widened slightly. "You’re in no position to make threats," he replied, gesturing casually toward the restraints. "You can barely move, let alone protect anyone."

"You’d be surprised what a man can do when he has something worth fighting for."

"I actually came here to give you some grim news, not to banter with you," Julian continued.

"What hole did you dig yourself further into now?" he asked, his voice hoarse but steady.

"Father is with your mother."

"See, I put a bounty on both their heads," he revealed. "A very generous one. Enough to attract the attention of every mercenary and opportunist within reach. By the time the famiglia arrives to bring the Don back, the job will already be done. And the minute I get confirmation of his death," Julian continued, his expression hardening with finality, "you will die too." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

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