Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491: I Have Orders

Ah, fuck.

Today was not a good day. Then he heard the click. Voss shut his eyes.

Well.

If this was the end, it was a very undignified one.

Another click followed not from the gun at his head. Then Luca’s voice came through.

"Drop the gun or I drop you."

Voss’s brows furrowed. He turned his head slightly. Behind him stood a man in dark clothes, gun aimed at the back of Voss’s head. He was not one of Luca’s men.

Several feet beyond him, Luca stood with his own gun aimed directly at the man. Honestly, Voss thought, it might have been better if Luca allowed the man to shoot him. The shit paperwork that would come out of this hadn’t even been off the trees yet.

A dead detective was tragic. A living detective explaining why Luciano Genovese had saved his life during an illegal assault on a compromised safe house?

There was no way Voss would explain this without getting IAB involved.

"I have orders, Luca," the man said, still holding the gun steady.

"Will you die for those orders?" Luca asked.

Voss got to his feet slowly, one hand still wet from pressing down on the agent’s wound, the other reaching for his gun again. "What the fuck is happening?"

Both men ignored him. Voss looked between Luca and the stranger, mind racing through the disaster forming around him. Tony was dead on the concrete. An agent was bleeding but alive. A witness had been silenced in front of him. And now, somehow, Luca Genovese and some other mafia-looking bastard were discussing murder logistics.

The stranger lowered his gun from Voss’s head, but not by much. "Your father asked me to clean up your messes since Marco is unavailable."

Luca’s expression hardened instantly. The insult of being managed. "I can clean up my own messes, thank you."

His father’s capo glanced at Voss, unimpressed. "He’s a mess."

"He’s an asset."

Voss blinked. "I’m a what?"

The word irritated Voss. He had spent years trying to prove Luca was a criminal, a murderer, a parasite. And now the bastard was calling him an asset.

The capo’s mouth tightened. "If he talks, you go down. My instructions were to make sure you didn’t leave any footprints."

"Get back to Italy. If I find you behind me again, I’m going to send your dead body to Don, are we clear?"

The capo held his gaze recognising a son drawing a line against a father’s empire. He stepped back first.

"I’m an asset?" Voss made a face. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you have put me in?"

Luca glanced toward Tony’s body, then the wounded agent. "Wouldn’t have been much of trouble if you had just done what I said."

"You mean break the law?"

"I mean cooperate efficiently."

Voss’s jaw worked.

Luca looked at Tony on the ground. "Are you going to clean this shit up or should I?"

"I swear to God—"

Luca adjusted his cuff, glancing once toward the stairwell where his men had disappeared after the shooter. "If you ever need a better paying job," Luca said, turning back to him, "I think I can find something for you working for me."

"Over my dead body."

Luca ignored Voss and turned to Don’s capo. His gun was lowered but not holstered. He was older than Luca’s usual men, harder around the eyes. "Get out of here," Luca said.

Behind him, Voss moved, and Luca heard the shift before the detective spoke.

"I still am going to arrest you."

Luca turned his head slightly then smiled. "You and what army?" Luca gave him one last look then walked away toward his car.

Voss stood there feeling useless. Luca was right. There was no proof Luca had done this. The agent was out cold and would not be able to identify who had pulled what trigger, who had given what order, who had stood where. No one else would bear witness that Luca had been here. The men were gone.

Voss himself had led Luca here. He had been baited, dragged by his own obsession, his own need to finally catch the bastard, straight into a trap wrapped by Veronica. He had been outplayed. He exhaled slowly, the sound carrying every curse he did not have the strength to say.

Then he knelt back down beside the unconscious agent and pressed his hand over the wound again.

"This is going to be the fucked up highlight of my career," he muttered.

*****

Massimo was only just leaning in to kiss Carol when the alarm in the mansion blared.

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