Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469: You Finally Fucked Up

A plan that meant David would not be killing the stupid idiot. Bianca had vision, yes. She had patience. She had the kind of intelligence men underestimated.

But sometimes, she dragged things for too long.

David stepped into the pizza parlour. The bell above the door gave a cheerful little jingle, absurdly bright in the silence. Tools lay scattered near the counter. Machines sat in awkward places.

The smell of blood hit him. David paused just inside the door and inhaled lightly.

Hmmm.

Delicious.

He had missed this.

Not the mess, necessarily. Mess offended him but the scent, the reminder that bodies were fragile things no matter how much muscle men packed onto them.

Tony hurried over to him, pale and shaking. "David! Thank God you are here..."

David looked at him. Tony’s shirt was damp with sweat. His eyes were wide. His hands would not stop moving, opening and closing. David had no time for his hysterics. "Well...you finally fucked up. I told Bianca you would."

"I didn’t know what to do. He knows."

David walked past him without answering.

Tony kept talking. "I panicked. I didn’t mean to—he was leaving, and if he left, Luca would know—"

"Tony."

Tony stopped. David calmly walked over to the counter and stared at Marco’s body on the floor.

Interesting.

The man was large. Built like someone had carved him from gym equipment. Broad shoulders. Heavy arms. The sort of man people looked at and immediately assumed danger. And yet there he was, dropped by Tony.

Big did not mean formidable, did it? All that muscle and nothing. He sighed softly.

"What a waste," he murmured. David’s eyes flicked toward Tony. "There is only one thing to do."

Tony stared at him, breath coming too fast, too shallow. His eyes kept flicking from David’s face to Marco’s body on the floor, then to the front windows. "What?" Tony asked quickly. "Tell me. I’ll do anything."

Desperate men. They said anything too easily.

"Take the blame," David said.

"I don’t understand. I did hit him."

"Yes...Congratulations. I mean take all the blame."

"What all?"

David sighed softly. The man’s stupidity was exhausting. Bianca could keep pretending her little pieces were clever, but David knew better. Most people were just frightened. "Cassidy... Ricardo... Marco... Rosa. All of it."

Tony’s face went slack. The names struck him one after another, each one dragging the blood from his cheeks. He shook his head slowly. "No. No, I can’t—why would I do that?"

David’s eyes hardened. There was that stupid need for explanation. He stepped closer. Tony backed up until the edge of the counter pressed into him. David stopped in front of him. "You will do it," he said softly, "or I will find every single person close to you and I will kill them." He tilted his head.

"Which includes your cute little girlfriend."

Tony’s eyes filled instantly with panic. "Please," Tony whispered.

David smiled faintly. "And I am going to enjoy it, Tony. I promise you."

Tony looked like he might collapse. His hands shook at his sides, fingers twitching helplessly.

David leaned in slightly, voice dropping. "What will it be?"

Questions.

Always questions.

Why this? Why that?

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