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Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363: The Dress Suits You

Luca, however, had no room left in his mind for anyone but Veronica. He had never seen Vee dressed like that before.

Usually she was in that stupid Scalese pizza parlour T-shirt he hated. And when she wanted to look good for him, she tended to go for slutty.

But this? This was inspired. She wore yellow. A rich, luminous yellow that made her look like she had stepped out of sunlight itself. The gown was fitted and sleek, a sheath of silk hugging her body, the neckline adorned with delicate jewels and beading. One side slit rose high along her thigh, revealing just enough to remind Luca that God was either very kind or deeply committed to testing him. From one shoulder, a long draped panel of fabric fell behind her, giving her movement a regal lift.

She looked expensive. And entirely his.

"Oh my God..." Luca whispered.

Only Massimo, standing nearest to him, heard it. He stepped forward, drawn to her with the simple inevitability of gravity.

Veronica saw him coming and smiled. That smile nearly killed him. By the time she reached the last step, Luca was waiting for her there, looking at her like he had forgotten how speech worked. "You look like you’re going to pass out, Luca."

Luca shook his head quickly, trying to clear the effect she was having on him. "I’m sorry," he said sounding genuinely off balance. "I’m... the dress suits you." His eyes moved over her again, still full of stunned admiration. "You look..." He exhaled softly. "Beautiful. Very beautiful."

"Thank you."

Without taking his eyes off hers, he lifted both her hands and pressed a kiss to her fingers.

"I’m the luckiest man alive."

"I’ll show you just how lucky," she murmured, leaning in slightly, "when you take off the dress later tonight."

Luca nearly laughed because she had said it in that tone that made it very difficult for him to continue behaving like a civilized man in a room full of relatives. "Oh," he said, his smile deepening, "you have no idea how much I look forward to it."

Veronica’s brows lifted knowing exactly how much and was enjoying his suffering. Luca forced himself to drag his attention back toward the actual structure of the evening before he forgot they were about to enter a ballroom full of family and allies.

"Would you mind," he asked, still holding her hands, "walking with my dad and mum to the ballroom? I’d like to escort Nonnina in."

For all Luca’s arrogance, possessiveness, and general talent for damage, moments like this always reminded her that underneath it all lived a deeply loyal man who never forgot the people who had carried him.

"You’re such a good boy," she said softly.

Luca’s mouth twitched. "Remember that," he said, lowering his voice with a wink, "when I’m asking for extra love later."

Behind her, Carol gave a little pointed cough that said she had heard enough. Veronica slipped her hands from Luca’s and moved gracefully to Carol’s side.

Valentina, meanwhile, had already found her place in Marco’s arms. Luca stepped back and turned toward Nonnina.

"Nonni..." Luca called, holding out his hand to her.

"Oh, Diavolino... you don’t have to."

Luca’s mouth curved. "Don’t tell the other girls," he said in a lowered voice that absolutely carried to everyone nearby, "but you are the most gorgeous one here tonight." Luca, shameless as ever, continued, "I’d like to escort you in, my pretty queen."

Nonnina snorted. "I know you’re lying," she said, placing her hand in his, "but okay."

Laughter moved through the group as Luca carefully helped Nonnina down the rest of the stairs, taking his time with her.

They all stepped out through the front doors together and crossed the courtyard toward the ballroom entrance.

Strings of light had been draped across the stone path and trees, turning the courtyard into a soft golden passageway. Music floated faintly from inside the ballroom.

At the doors, two men in dark suits pulled them open. And the room beyond spilled open.

Valentina let out a sharp whistle. "Wow. Mafia money."

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