Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 354

Chapter 354: I Was Right All Along

He had looked at her then a little more than one second and made the kind of arrogant assumption men like him always made about women they thought belonged to them. He had thought she would be docile.

A bride bred for duty. A woman whose favourite words would be no more than yes and amen.

How wrong he had been. Maybe if he had actually taken the time to know the woman he was marrying, to look past the arrangement and the surnames and the convenience of the alliance, he would have discovered sooner what kind of ice lived under Bianca’s skin.

"Julian is dead," Luca announced.

"As he should be," she said.

"You really think so?"

For all her poise, she didn’t realise she was standing in the wrong room at the wrong time in front of the wrong man if she thought he had called her in merely to share family updates.

His fingers tapped once against the desk, close enough to the gun to make the point without using it. He kept his eyes on her.

If she truly believed Julian deserved death, then what interested Luca was whether she feared she might deserve it too.

"Yes," Bianca said. "It is what happens to people blinded by power." She even gave a small shrug with it, as if Julian’s death were not the end of a man raised inside the same brutal machinery that had shaped them all, but merely the predictable result of ambition turned rotten.

"He had some interesting things to say about you," Luca said at last. "I was right all along."

Bianca’s chin lifted instantly. "You shouldn’t believe anything he says."

"Maybe I won’t." He reached toward the laptop and turned the screen around so it faced her. "But I needed physical proof," he said. "So I waited a couple of days more to get it."

All at once, the color drained from her face. On the display was grainy but unmistakable picture by picture footage: the street outside the hotel, timestamped, angled from across the road. A woman entering. Pausing just enough for the camera to catch her profile.

Her.

"You covered your tracks," he said. "Covered them well. You even made the hotel receptionist disappear. But you didn’t account for the bank’s camera opposite the hotel," Luca finished. "Did you?" Luca clicked the screen once, replaying the sequence. "That’s you," he said. "Visiting the hotel Cassidy was staying in while he was there."

Bianca took one involuntary step back.

"Veronica didn’t go there," Luca continued. "It was you. You were the one feeding the Bastiones information."

Luca’s hand moved then. He picked up the gun resting on the desk. Bianca recoiled immediately, stepping backward so fast the heel of her shoe caught slightly against the carpet.

"Luca," she said, and for the first time since entering the office, her voice lost its polish. "Don’t—don’t do this."

"I gave you time," he said quietly. "More than you deserved. Don gave you an out."

Bianca shook her head once. "You don’t understand."

"Then explain it."