Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Now You Are Just Bragging

Luca turned a page that did not need turning. Inside, every part of him was coiled tight around the same question: Had Marco found Nonnina?

"Now you are just bragging," Renato drawled.

Luca might have answered with another insult. But then the sign he had been waiting for finally came. His phone vibrated in his pocket.

Just once. That was enough. A small smile touched Luca’s mouth again. He had what he needed.

"I walked in here calmly," he said, "and you didn’t think for one second what I could be up to." His gaze held Renato’s with cold amusement. "Did you really think you could have one up on me? Luciano? Me?"

"What can you do, Luca?" Renato asked. "I have you where I want you. You have no way out of this unless you give me Commissioned."

"Oh," Luca said softly. "But I do."

What happened next unfolded so fast the room barely had time to understand it. In one violent burst of motion, Luca flipped the desk.

Wood crashed. Glasses shattered. The guards jolted in shock, their rhythm broken for the single second Luca needed.

He was out of the chair immediately, moving with brutal speed, all that contained stillness exploding into action. He launched himself over the upturned desk, drove one of the men back with a hard kick, and before Renato could fully react, Luca had closed the distance between them and drove the pen hard into his shoulder.

Renato cried out as Luca seized him and dragged him back into his own chaos, yanking him into place as a human shield.

Luca held Renato tight against him, the pen pressed dangerously at his neck, blood spilling from the hole in his shoulder.

Renato’s breathing turned ragged, blown apart by pain and disbelief. "You’re dead!" he snarled. "Your fucking nanny is dead."

Luca’s grip tightened. One of the guards on the right raised his gun a little higher. Luca turned his head just enough to look at him, and whatever the man saw in his face made him hesitate.

The overturned desk lay between them and the doorway. Papers were scattered. A chair had gone over.

And in the middle of all of it stood Luca Genovese, unarmed by their standards and still somehow the most dangerous man in the room.

"See?" Luca said, breath steady, grip brutal, Renato held tight against him. "Confronted by idiots. I have my nanny, Sherlock," Luca continued. The calm in his voice made it all the more terrifying. "Now tell your men if their guns are still pointing at me in three seconds, you’re dead."

Renato’s chest heaved once. "Put the fucking guns down, you fools!" he shouted.

The men scrambled at once. Their weapons hit the floor with ugly clatters, suddenly small and useless in the middle of the room’s wreckage.

Luca smiled again, this time victoriously. "I am the devil, Renato," he said. "Better men than you have fucked with me and failed."

Renato’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing. Blood still seeped from the puncture in his shoulder.

"I’m going to walk out of here," Luca went on, "and you and your little men are going to let me." He tilted his head slightly, the pen never leaving Renato’s throat. "Or fire and brimstone will rain down on your little establishment here." His eyes moved once over the guards, then back to Renato. "Do we have that clear?"

"Fuck you," Renato spat.

Luca answered by slamming Renato’s face into the foot of the overturned desk. The impact cracked through the room. Renato screamed. Luca leaned in close, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Do we understand?"

"Yes!" Renato gasped. "Yes! You fucking asshole. Get out of my office!"

Luca sent Renato flying into the desk, clutching at his shoulder and face, breathing raggedly, while Luca stepped away. He flicked his jacket straight with one hand, smoothing it down over his chest.

Then he looked at the two men.

"Gentlemen," Luca said with impeccable courtesy. "Have a great day."

No one moved. No one dared. Luca’s face hardened again the second the words left his mouth. The mockery vanished.

He turned and walked out of Renato’s office, leaving blood, splintered pride, and the unmistakable aftertaste of humiliation behind him. "Get me a fucking doctor!" Renato boomed, clutching his bleeding shoulder with one hand while rage and humiliation fought for space across his face. "Fucking asshole!"

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