Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379: I Will Find Him

Still, they were afraid to go after him.

"I’m going to turn everything you own upside down," Voss said. "I am going to dig up your floors. Your concrete. If you have him buried somewhere, I will find him."

Luca’s smile widened. "Let me help you out a bit."

That made Voss’s jaw tighten again.

"I got the girl," Luca said. "I’m marrying the girl. The girl is having my baby, my child, my blood. Cassidy became inconsequential the moment I got the girl." Luca leaned back as much as the cuffs would allow and kept going. "Have you tried doing this with his new boss?" he asked. "Have you questioned him?" His eyes gleamed now. "Have you actually tried looking for him?"

Luca let out the smallest, most vicious breath of laughter. "This isn’t about Cassidy at all," he said. "You don’t give a crap about him. This is about me. But, if you really think this is the nail in my coffin, I suggest you keep looking for a few more nails." He held Voss’s gaze with unnerving steadiness.

"This isn’t going to get you what you want," he said.

Voss’s hands clenched at his sides. Luca’s smile thinned.

"I didn’t think I was ever going to say this," he murmured, "but you got the wrong man."

Voss straightened slowly and reached into his pocket for the cuff keys. One wrist. Then the other.

The cuffs came off with reluctant clicks.

"One day," Voss said, "your friends in high places will not be able to help you."

Luca flexed his hands as the blood returned properly to his wrists, then rolled them once. "How will you know," he said, "if you don’t make some yourself?"

Voss’s mouth tightened. Luca still had the instinct to stab once more on principle. "Your girl is waiting for you outside," Voss said. "You know, the one you stole from Cassidy."

"And I am glad I did."

That smile returned then—that infuriating, easy, completely unearned smile Voss had months wanting to wipe off his face by lawful means and failing.

How could someone so evil be this confident? Luca Genovese was confident because he survived things that buried other men. Slipped cases. Buried evidence. Intimidated witnesses. Bought loyalty. Inspired fear. Kept winning.

Still, Voss had not exactly lost either. He had the warrants now. He would search every inch of every property Luca owned, leased, hid behind shell names, or breathed near too often. Commissioned would be first. Then the houses. Then the warehouses. Floors, walls, basements, concrete—everything.

And Voss would lead the team himself. If Luca had buried Cassidy somewhere, if there was even one crack left in that perfect image, Voss intended to pry it open with both hands.

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