Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367: I’d Like To Go Rest

Dinner wound down in layers. Chairs scraped softly against the floor as people rose. The women were guided out first and led out of the ball room to the main living room.

Veronica leaned in close to Luca as they stood. "I’d like to go rest," she said.

Luca bent just enough that his mouth brushed near her ear. "Keep the dress on for me," he whispered.

Veronica’s lips curved. "I’ll take the underwear off," she murmured back. "Help you unwrap your present."

Luca exhaled. "Oh, you sweet bitch... Go before I eat you up right here." He winked.

Veronica smiled and slipped away with the other women, her hips swaying just enough to make it clear she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

The room changed. What had been celebration turned seamlessly, into business. The doors were shut. The noise dampened. The men remained.

The music stopped. The Genovese famiglia gathered around the long table again, but this time the posture was different. Shoulders squared. Faces harder. Glasses of whiskey replaced wine. Laughter disappeared.

Massimo sat at the head, silent for a moment, letting the shift settle fully before anything was said.

Then the name came. "Bastiones."

Julian’s shadow still lingered in the conversation. He had negotiated a temporary ceasefire, yes—but everyone in the room knew exactly what that had cost. A fraction of the Genovese empire handed over just to buy time.

Time bought with weakness. Weakness was blood in the water.

"Bastiones are pirates," one of the lieutenants muttered. "They’ll want more."

"They always do," another added.

Ideas began to fly. Each suggestion was weighed, tested, discarded or set aside for later.

Luca spoke. He had been quiet until then, listening, letting the room empty itself of noise before stepping in. "Be patient," he said.

A few heads turned.

"Let them want more," he continued, his tone steady. "In the meantime, we gear up. When they come for more," he said, "we take back what’s ours... and send them running."

Massimo watched his son for a long second and nodded. "Prepare," he said.

Instructions followed quickly. Every lieutenant was given orders. There would be no rushed retaliation.

This time, they would be ready. Because this time, it wasn’t an ambush they were preparing for. It was war.

The Genovese had suffered a heavy loss. Too many men gone. Too many holes left behind.

Now it was time to rebuild, time to rise again. And when the Bastiones came—because they would come—the Genovese would not just meet them.

They would break them.

*****

Luca thought Veronica would be asleep by the time he made it back to the room. He had taken longer than he wanted. The meeting had dragged on, as these things always did. By the time he pushed the bedroom door open, he expected to find Vee curled beneath the covers.

Instead, Veronica was perched on a plush white rug on the balcony, surrounded by soft pillows. Above her, a white circular dome of fine mesh hung from the ceiling and draped around her. Flowers had been woven through the fabric, spilling down in soft, delicate strands, and candles glowed safely from glass holders around the edges.

The whole setup looked like a private little world.

"What’s this?"

Veronica looked up at him from inside the little floral nest, still in that yellow dress. "Apparently," she said, "your mother is quite the romantic."

Luca’s eyes narrowed instantly. "That sentence concerns me."

Veronica reached beside her and picked up a folded note. Vee cleared her throat dramatically and read aloud. "I thought you might need this tonight since Luca is currently out of commission."

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