Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: None Of Your Business

"Of course," Nonnina replied, casting Vee another worried glance before patting her shoulder gently. Then she left to get Julian’s plate, leaving the room charged with an almost unbearable tension.

Julian’s gaze landed on Vee, curiosity flickering through his eyes. "Who is this lovely lady?" he asked.

"None of your business," Luca snapped, dark eyes cutting Julian down without a flicker of hesitation.

Meanwhile, Vee sat frozen, fingers gripping the chair’s edge, cheeks flaming and sweat forming tiny beads along her brow. The vibrating underwear continued its relentless assault, pulses sending electric shocks through her body. Every breath was stolen, every heartbeat pounding in sync with the secret storm she endured quietly.

"I thought you didn’t bring your sluts home, Luca," Julian said casually.

Everything in the room happened in a heartbeat, faster than thought, faster than fear could catch up. One second Luca was seated, the next, a silver knife gleamed in his fingers, flipped once with practiced ease, and Julian’s head was jerked back by the thick, dark sweep of hair with unrelenting strength.

The knife hovered at Julian’s throat, its tip mere centimeters from skin. Vee screamed.

"Luciano!!!" Nonnina gasped as she froze in the doorway, the plate nearly slipping from her hands. She had returned just as the chaos erupted, eyes wide, heart thudding in her chest.

Vee leapt from her chair, as she stumbled backward. Her eyes were wide with shock, heart hammering.

The knife stopped, hovering midair as if frozen in time. Luca’s eyes darkened ridiculously, blue pools of storm and intent, burning into Julian’s with an intensity that left no room for doubt that he was willing to stab Julian right there, right then. He breathed slowly.

"Luciano..." Nonnina’s voice was softer this time. "You don’t hurt family." Her hands trembled slightly as she stepped forward.

"Father would love to hear this," Julian said. His hands remained splayed across the table, and his gaze locked on Luca’s.

Then, that wicked smile appeared. The smile the family knew all too well: the calm before the storm, the prelude to chaos.

With a flick of his wrist, Luca pulled the knife back, flipped it again in a controlled arc, and landed the tip into the table. Julian’s fingers were splayed just centimeters from the point. The knife trembled slightly and yet Luca’s eyes never left his brother’s.

Time seemed to stretch.

He straightened slightly, the knife now embedded in the table. "Nonni, do not bother with the plate. Julian was just leaving. Schedule an appointment with my office in the morning to discuss business. Have a good night, brother."

Julian’s jaw tightened. He rose slowly, carefully withdrawing and shot Vee a glance.

Vee exhaled in a shaky rush. She realized, with a shiver that traveled straight down her spine, that he had not just defended her, against his own family, even though it was in his weird, twisted way.

Nonnina exhaled, shaking her head slightly then moved back to the table to continue serving their meals..

Luca leaned back slightly, fingers resting on the table as he tapped the remote lightly. He thought Vee had earned a small reprieve—a brief moment to breathe without his relentless attention turning every nerve in her body into an electric wire.

Vee walked back to her seat. And noticed that he was still angry. His hands were fisted, his jaw locked, his eyes staring into space.

She reached over and placed her hand over his. Luca’s eyes flicked down, taking in the small curve of her fingers against his hand, the way her wrist trembled slightly.

He looked at her, startled. She offered him a small smile. These tiny gestures were the things that tugged at his heart.

And this... this was the first physical contact she had initiated since discovering he was indeed the devil, the depth of his darkness, since seeing him for what he truly was.

Nonnina hovered nearby, eyes narrowing in concern as she watched Vee’s flushed cheeks and the faint tremor in her shoulders. "You feel better?" she asked softly.

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