Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 452

Chapter 452: They Have Vee

David turned away from the window and headed into his office, already sure that Bianca had not accounted for one very inconvenient truth.

Veronica Scalese was not the sort of woman to play with. He had said it countless times to just kill her. No drama needed.

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Luca was just heading to his car when his phone rang. The garage beneath Commissioned was quiet. Black cars sat in neat rows beneath harsh white lights. He glanced at the screen.

Scalese pizza parlour.

His brows furrowed immediately. He wondered why she wasn’t calling him with her personal phone. Maybe hers was switched off and she called to inform him she would be running late.

Luca answered.

"Luca!" Tony’s voice exploded through the phone, breathless, terrified. "Inferi’s men! They have Vee! They have Vee!"

The entire world went soundless. Everything vanished beneath the cold dread that settled in the pit of Luca’s stomach and spread outward like poison. His hand tightened around the phone.

He turned instantly, eyes cutting across the garage. His expression changed so violently that one of his men straightened before a word was even spoken. "Where?!" Luca barked.

At the same time, he pointed to a couple of his men. No explanation needed. They knew the signal.

Suit up.

The lazy calm of the garage shattered. Men reached for guns, jackets, radios. Car doors opened. Engines coughed awake.

"I don’t know," Tony rushed out. "They picked her up in front of the shop. Her guard...I don’t know if he is alive but they knocked him out."

"Check on him. Secure the shop. Do not call the cops. I have it handled," Luca instructed Tony. His voice was terrifyingly calm. "Lock the doors. If anyone comes back, you call me, not the police. Do you understand?"

A shaky breath. "Yes. Yes, I understand."

Luca ended the call. He stood beside the car with the phone still in his hand, his reflection caught in the black window. He did not look angry. His men were already moving.

The entire garage shifted from quiet luxury to war preparation in less than thirty seconds. Luca pulled up the tracking app on his phone.

The screen loaded. A small blinking dot appeared. It was moving fast. His chest tightened, then released just enough for him to breathe.

Good.

It meant they had not stopped yet. It meant they had not had enough time to get comfortable. It meant they had not had enough time to hurt her.

Not in any way that would require him to burn the whole fucking city down. He got into the driver’s seat himself.

Luca placed the phone on the dashboard, the tracking route glowing pale against the dark interior. The chip in her necklace was still active. His jaw flexed.

The blinking dot was the only thing keeping his heart from tearing itself apart. He yanked open the console drawer, checked for his gun, then slammed it shut. His hand gripped the steering wheel.

Inferi.