Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357: Your Buttons Are All Wrong

Luca glanced toward the house. "I’ll get someone to get her." He lifted one hand, beginning to signal to one of the men posted nearby.

But before he could, Carol came hurrying out through the mansion entrance.

"I’m here! I’m here!" She was moving quickly. Her hair was mostly in place, her expression composed enough, though perhaps a little brighter than before. There was color in her cheeks that had not been there earlier.

Luca narrowed his eyes immediately. While near-death experiences had weakened his body, they had not dimmed his suspicion.

Carol came down the steps energetically.

"What took you so long?" Luca demanded.

"I... uh... I..." Carol stammered.

That alone was enough to make Luca suspicious. His mother did not stammer. Carol Genovese could verbally dismantle a room full of armed men without losing her train of thought. She did not "uh" and "I" unless something had gone catastrophically wrong—or catastrophically right.

Veronica noticed it too, but before she could say anything, her eyes dropped to Carol’s blouse. "Uh... Carol?" Vee called, lifting a hand and pointing. "Your buttons are all wrong."

Carol looked down. "Oh!" she said quickly, fingers flying to her shirt. "I... got dressed in a hurry."

Luca’s expression changed. It wasn’t immediate horror. First came suspicion. Then calculation. Then that dreadful, dawning clarity that only a son could feel when he suddenly realized he had been living in blissful ignorance and was no longer going to be allowed that peace.

His eyes narrowed. Slowly, very slowly, his gaze lifted past the courtyard, past the lantern-lit stone walls, all the way to the far end of the mansion—to the top floor balcony overlooking the grounds.

And there stood Massimo. Watching. Hair tousled. Shirt unbuttoned. Trousers sitting a little too loose, a little too carelessly.

Luca stared. Then blinked once. "Oh my God..."

Carol was still fumbling with the buttons, trying for dignity and failing by fractions. "What?" she asked.

Veronica looked from Carol to Luca, then followed the line of his gaze upward. "What is it?" she asked.

Luca kept staring at the balcony, witnessing the collapse of civilization in real time. There were many things he had expected to deal with.

Marriage. Impending fatherhood. He had not expected this. They hated each other

"This is something I thought I would never say in my entire life," he said.

Carol stopped buttoning for just a second, visibly bracing herself. Luca dragged one hand over his face.

"But my parents just fucked."

Veronica’s mouth fell open. Then she lit up. "Ooooh," she said, turning toward Carol with wicked enthusiasm. "Carol got some..." She wiggled her brows.

"Veronica," Luca said, still sounding traumatised, "do not encourage this."

"I’m not encouraging it," Vee said, failing to stop grinning. "I’m acknowledging it."

"There are some things," Luca muttered, "that should remain unknowable."

Carol finally fixed the last button and straightened with what remained of her dignity. "Can we all behave like adults?"

"No," Veronica said immediately.

"Clearly not," Luca muttered.

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