Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Just Kill Her

"She is supposed to be long gone," Bianca continued. "Just like Luca’s mother did."

David changed lanes smoothly. "Just kill her."

Bianca’s head snapped back. "No. That way I don’t get Luca back."

"So this is still about that."

"It has always been about that. He was mine. He married me."

"What makes you think Luca will come back to you if she leaves?"

"History, fratello," Bianca said, settling back against the leather seat. "History."

David sighed. Beautiful things usually had teeth. His sister was one of them but one thing she didn’t know was Veronica was also one of them. He had been studying her, following her, watching her every move and the woman seemed ready for a battle. David’s mouth tightened. There was no point arguing with Bianca anyway. She did not hear reason when Luca’s name was involved. She only heard the echo of a marriage she had lost, a title she had been stripped of, a throne another woman now sat near.

"If she doesn’t break?" he asked.

Bianca’s fingers curled around her purse. "She will break. I just need to find the next place to press on. I’ll come up with something."

David looked at her and smiled. His little principessa. "Make sure you leave New York first thing in the morning. I don’t want Luca finding out you’re here."

"Yes," Bianca responded.

"How is Papa?" he asked.

"He is quite mad at the Genovese," she said. "He is looking for ways to get his territory back. There is going to be a war, fratello. And I do not know if Papa will come out of it. Don Genovese is a cat with nine lives," she continued. "Every time people think he is finished, he lands on his feet."

David’s jaw worked. Enzo Vitale had banished him but he was still his father. Blood was blood. "If Papa dies by their hands, I will wipe out every single person with the Genovese name."

"Fratello...Stop."

The road stretched ahead of them. David smiled faintly. When the time came... He would save the best for last.

*****

It was not a good day for Voss. To stay ahead of him, Dorian Heathcliffe had issued a formal complaint to both the district attorney’s office and Internal Affairs. Dorian had carved him open in legal grammar.

He accused Voss of harassment, abuse of authority, personal vendetta, unlawful pressure tactics, and an unhealthy obsession with the Genovese and Scalese families.

Then, because apparently destroying a man’s morning wasn’t enough, Dorian went further. He suggested there was no reason not to investigate whether Voss himself had planted the bodies behind Scalese Pizza just to justify further harassment of his clients.

That one had made half the precinct look at Voss differently. Fucking lawyers. Of all the lawyers in New York, Luca had gone to Maurice Heathcliffe’s cutthroat son.

Dorian Heathcliffe. The man was violence. He played dirty and brutally. It was always a battle with him.

Still, Voss hadn’t thought Dorian would want to represent people tied to the mafia. Maurice Heathcliffe was known for keeping his firm clean.

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