Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: I Am Calm

Both officers startled, instinctively tightening their grips. One of them, younger, lowered his weapon a few inches. The other hesitated longer.

"Sir," the older one said carefully, "we’re here on official business."

Nonnina scoffed loudly. "Vergogna," she muttered. Shame.

"We got a report of a disturbance and we just came to check, Mr. Genovese," one of the officers said.

"A disturbance," Luca repeated. "You pull guns on an old woman over a disturbance? I am going to sue your asses to hell and back for that alone."

The younger cop glanced at his partner, then straightened. "We just need to talk to a Veronica Scalese and we will be on our way."

Luca turned to Nonnina and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. Her eyes were alert, entirely unafraid. She had survived men far worse than these.

"Stai calma, Nonni," he murmured.

"I am calm. And offended." She glared the last part at the officers.

He led the officers down the side corridor toward the smaller flat behind the mansion.

They stopped in front of the door.

Luca knocked.

No answer.

He knocked again. "Veronica," he called, keeping his voice even. Nothing.

His hand went to the handle, ready to open it, but one of the officers stepped forward and stopped him with an upraised palm.

"We would like to check on her ourselves."

Luca turned slowly, eyes darkening. "I’m not letting you in there until she is presentable."

"She may be in danger," the officer pressed. "I’m sorry Mr Genovese..."

Luca grabbed the arm of one of the officers before either of them could take another step forward. His grip was firm enough to remind the man exactly whose house he was standing in.

"Do you know me? Do you know who I am?" Luca asked through clenched teeth.

"Of course."

"Then you know what people believe I am capable of."

The second officer shifted his weight, fingers tightening around the holster of his gun.

The first officer swallowed. Hard.

"Then listen to me very clearly," Luca continued, leaning in just enough for it to feel personal. "If you go in there and you find her in a state of undress, I will pluck out your eyes. Do you read me, officer?"

The officer stepped back.

Luca turned, unlocked the door himself, and stepped inside the flat.

Veronica was still asleep.

She lay curled on the bed, dark hair fanned across the pillow, one leg tangled in the sheets. Luca just stood there. Watched her breathe. Watched the rise and fall of her chest, the faint crease between her brows that never quite left even in rest.

He exhaled, ran a hand over his face, then stepped closer.

"Vee," he said softly, reaching out to shake her shoulder. "Vee?"

She stirred, a low sound leaving her throat as she turned her face toward him. Her lashes fluttered open slowly, confusion swimming in her eyes.

"Luca? What time is it?"

"You gotta wake up," he said, gentler. "The police want to talk to you."

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