Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 424

Chapter 424: We Will See Him Soon

She quickly grabbed a knife from the rack and placed it beside her on the counter. Just in case. Some moments later, footsteps returned. Vee straightened immediately, one hand drifting near the knife.

Marco entered the kitchen carrying a decorative box. Dark polished wood, with gold detailing along the edges and a black ribbon tied neatly around it. "Miss Scalese..." he said.

"Marco?" Vee breathed, relief rushing through her. She looked past him. "Where is Luca?"

"He left."

"What?" Vee’s eyes widened. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Marco stood in the middle of the kitchen, holding the decorative box. His face gave nothing away. Typical Marco. "We will see him soon." He stepped forward and handed the box over to her. "Please get dressed in this. We have to leave in a bit."

The box was heavier than she expected. It felt ceremonial.

"What’s going on?"

Marco said nothing. Vee looked from him to the box, then back again. Her heart began to beat harder as understanding slowly dawned on her.

"It’s tonight, isn’t it?" she asked. "The initiation?"

Marco still said nothing. That silence answered everything. Vee inhaled. It all made sense then. Everything Luca had prepared for was leading up to this. The flowers. The dinner.

The bastard.

Her throat tightened with emotion. She looked down at the box again. Once she put on whatever was inside, she would not just be Veronica Scalese anymore. Not only Luca’s fiancée. She would be Donna. Vee swallowed, then lifted her chin. "Give me a few minutes. I’ll just go upstairs."

"I’m afraid you have to change here," Marco said.

Her head snapped up. "Excuse me?"

"I will be right outside the door, waiting."

Then he stepped out of the kitchen.

Why couldn’t Luca give her a heads-up? Just one small warning. One tiny, considerate, by the way, bambola, tonight you will be formally presented before dangerous men as my Donna, maybe fix your hair. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently, yes.

Vee stared at the box, suddenly painfully aware of herself. Her hair was a mess from his hands.Her cheeks still held colour. And God help her, she was almost certain she smelled like sex. She inhaled again and opened the box.

The dress inside was black. The fabric looked rich and heavy, a mix of satin and velvet, with a fitted bodice structured to sharpen the waist and lift the shoulders slightly, making the wearer look taller, stronger.

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