Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 419

Chapter 419: Anyone With Legs

A few Asian men and women were scattered around the place, drinking tea, eating from small plates, playing cards, laughing in quick bursts. Nobody looked particularly alarmed by his entrance, which annoyed him. Luca preferred when rooms understood the danger he brought in.

He moved straight to the counter. Behind it stood a bored-looking man. "Hi," Luca said, forcing politeness through clenched teeth. "I am looking for Veronica Scalese."

The man looked him up and down slowly then he pointed toward a door at the back. No who are you?

Just a lazy finger toward the unknown.

Luca stared at him. "That’s it?"

The man shrugged. "You ask. I answer."

"Anyone can just walk in?"

"Anyone with legs."

Luca blinked. Fantastic, great, wonderful.

Veronica was spending every evening in a place where anyone could walk in without questions. He made a mental note to check both his physical and mental health one of these days.

He moved toward the door at the back. The closer he got, the clearer the sounds became. Grunts.

Sharp exhales. A woman’s breath catching hard. Veronica’s moans. Luca’s heart dropped straight into his stomach.

For one terrifying second, every ugly possibility opened inside his head. He pushed the door open slightly and peeked inside.

Then he stopped. A smile crossed his lips immediately. Ah. That explained it. That explained her being tired every night. It explained why she slept like the dead. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Veronica was training. The room beyond was a private gym. Thick mats covered the floor. Punching bags hung from the ceiling. Wooden staffs rested along one wall. There were mirrors, low benches, towels folded neatly, bottles of water lined up.

And in the centre of the mat was Vee. His Vee. Hair tied high and messy, dressed in black training pants and a fitted top, face flushed, breath sharp, eyes burning with concentration. She was barefoot, knees slightly bent, hands raised, her body moving with more discipline than he expected and more anger than anyone could expect from her.

Across from her stood a woman perhaps in her forties, with greying hair pulled into a tight bun. She circled Vee with light steps, palms relaxed, eyes sharp.

"Again," the woman said. She moved first, stepped in, feinted toward Vee’s shoulder, then swept low with her leg. Vee barely avoided it, hopping back with a muttered curse.

Vee reset her stance. Good. Luca leaned slightly against the doorframe. The instructor came again, quicker this time, throwing a soft palm strike toward Vee’s chest. Vee blocked, too wide. The instructor tapped her ribs with two fingers.

"Dead. Again."

Vee tried to strike first this time, stepping forward with a punch that had too much force. The instructor shifted aside easily and caught her wrist.

The woman gave one small twist. Vee stumbled and nearly landed on her ass. Luca bit back a laugh.

Vee caught herself, breathing hard.

"Again."

This time, Vee did better. When the instructor reached for her wrist, Vee turned with the motion instead of fighting it directly. She stepped in, shoulder close, trying to use her body weight. It was messy, imperfect, but clever. The instructor’s brows lifted by the smallest amount.

Luca stood straighter, unable to stop watching. Vee attacked again. A jab. A palm. A knee that stopped short of contact. The instructor blocked each one, correcting her with sharp taps and clipped instructions.

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