Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347: His Phone Is Switched Off

And yet now? Now Marco would have traded a year off his life to have Ricardo standing in front of him.

Because Val had to break off this engagement nonsense so they could move forward. And Marco wanted to move forward.

Christ, he wanted to move a thousand steps ahead. He wanted no more half-confessions, no more stolen moments, no more pretending what had happened between him and Valentina had been some fever dream. He wanted clarity. He wanted action. He wanted the damned ring off her finger by the cleanest means possible.

Which, unfortunately, required Ricardo. So Marco had spent practically the entire day hunting him.

He had been in and out of cars, on and off calls, walking the city visiting every where he thought the man could be. He had asked questions at Commissioned, through staff, through security. By midday, he was running on irritation.

The last confirmed sighting of Ricardo—or rather, Ricardo’s car—had been near the entrance to Commissioned.

But the strange part was that he never actually went in. That fact bothered Marco. Ben had also emphasised that Ricardo had sent a message after ignoring call after call.

Marco looked one inconvenience away from committing a felony? If Marco was being honest with himself, Ricardo really did love Valentina.

The problem was that Ricardo broke easily. So maybe that was all this was. Marco wondered what he could have done this time that could make him need to run.

Was Ricardo still drowning in guilt over giving Bianca information, or was it something more?

Marco couldn’t tell. Still, whatever the reason, Marco didn’t like going back to Valentina empty-handed. He really didn’t.

It felt like failure, even if it wasn’t technically his fault. He had spent the day chasing shadows.

Val needed answers, and he had none. By the time he got to the apartment she now shared with Ricardo, the evening had settled fully over the city. The hallway outside the unit was quiet.

Then he knocked. A few seconds later, the door opened. Valentina stood there. And for one stupid, dangerous second, the whole miserable day lost its grip on him.

"Hey, Marco," she said, her eyes lit up the instant she saw him.

"Hey..." he answered.

They both leaned forward slightly at the same time, instinctively, their bodies had already decided what they wanted. Marco’s hand twitched at his side. It looked like she might throw herself into his arms and he might let her.

Then they both thought better of it. Marco stepped back first.

"I—uh..." He cleared his throat and forced himself to focus.

"I haven’t been able to reach Ricardo," he said. "His phone is switched off."

Valentina’s face fell, the light in her expression dimming.

"But..." he added quickly, trying to give her something, anything. "I have his line tracked. The moment he turns it on," Marco said, "I’ll get a notification."

"What does this mean?" Valentina asked, the earlier brightness gone from her face. "Why... why would he do this?"

"I don’t know," he admitted. "Guilt," he said after a moment. "Fear... a number of things."

"What does this mean for us?" she asked.

He swallowed. "Uh...I guess we have to wait."

Valentina dropped her gaze, nodding once, it clearly wasn’t what she wanted to hear. "I’m so sorry, Marco."

I want this. I want you. I’m still here.

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