Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373: You Haven’t Won

Vitale pride would not let her go. Bianca stopped and pivoted. She walked straight toward the ladies on the terrace.

"Hey, Bianca... or would you still like me to call you Mrs. Genovese?" Valentina asked with a smile so sweet it should have been illegal. She lifted her teacup with elegant calm. "Going somewhere?"

Bianca did not answer her. Instead, her gaze slid past Valentina and fixed on Veronica. Veronica, seated in the soft morning light with one hand wrapped around her cup, looked back. "You haven’t won," Bianca said simply. It was vicious, the way she said it. "You haven’t," she repeated. "You are not made for the kind of man Luca is." Her chin lifted slightly. "You will cave. You will fail. You do not have it in you to amtch him."

Valentina rolled her eyes, Veronica surprised her by indulging it.

"What makes you so sure?" Vee asked. Her tone was calm. It could even be considered curious even.

That seemed to irritate Bianca more than if Veronica had snapped back immediately.

"Because you are an outsider," Bianca said. "You have no idea what it means to carry power." Her mouth tightened, her eyes flicking over Veronica with contempt. "You have already turned him into a weakling... you both..." She glanced briefly toward Valentina. "In your hands, the Genovese will fall."

It was funny, Veronica thought, how ruin still managed elegance. She set down her cup.

"And tell me," Veronica said, "what happened in your hands, Bianca?"

Valentina slowly turned to look at her sister, already smiling.

"Julian is dead," Vee said.

Bianca’s face tightened.

"Half of Don’s men are dead. Don was almost killed. The Bastiones have their hands on Genovese territory." Veronica’s eyes did not leave Bianca’s. "Even Luca almost died."

Each sentence hit harder than the one before.

"A man," Veronica added, "you claim to love. So help me understand," Veronica said, and now there was edge in her voice. "You, who were raised as the insider, with all that breeding, all that preparation, all those beautiful hands..." She lifted one brow. "What more," she asked, "could have happened?"

Bianca went very still.

Valentina, no longer able to help herself, set her cup down and murmured, "Oh, she ate that."

"Val," Veronica chastised without looking at her.

Bianca’s nostrils flared. Her fingers tightened at her sides. "You think love is enough," Bianca said.

"No," Veronica replied. "I think honesty is. Loyalty is. Not feeding enemies information because your pride got hurt."

Valentina gave a low whistle. "Damn."

Bianca looked like she wanted to slap both of them. She stood there in silence, breathing too carefully, strained thin over humiliation, rage, and the ugly knowledge that Veronica had not raised her voice once—and still had managed to strip her down. "You gloat now," Bianca spat. "We will see who will be laughing later."

Veronica’s expression changed at once. Whatever softness had been left disappeared. Her face hardened with a speed that made Valentina straighten slightly in her chair. It was almost the same way Luca’s face would shift. "Leave now, Bianca," Vee said, "before I decide I don’t even want you to live at all."

Bianca’s mouth tightened. She gave them both one last scalding look, then turned sharply and walked away, every line of her body rigid with offended pride.

Valentina watched her go until the sound of her heels faded off the terrace. Only then did she glance sideways at Veronica. "You’ve changed."

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