Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Did Someone Order Entertainment?

Marco exhaled slowly.

Luca had tried. That much was true.

Now it was his turn.

And whatever choice he made next would either damn him or define him.

The girls were opposites of Luca and Marco. Where the men were forged in shadow, compromise, and bloodline loyalty, the Scalese girls were all light and stubborn goodness.

He stood alone in the corridor, staring at nothing, his mind scrambling for a solution. A way out. A way to get Valentina to safety without detonating everything around him. Every path he traced ended the same way.

There was only one answer.

Marco would have to betray the familia he owed his life to.

The realization settled into him slowly, heavily. He had been a soldier since he was barely old enough to shave. Luca’s shadow had always been there. The Genovese name had fed him, protected him, given him purpose. Going rogue was suicide.

If he had known this was how it would go, if he had known this was how it would be, he would never have suggested the vile idea in the first place. Never would have opened his mouth. Never would have turned a young girl into a bargaining chip.

Valentina’s face flashed through his mind. The way she tried to smile when she was terrified. The way she trusted him, inexplicably.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

Somewhere along the line, he had crossed from loyal to damned.

******

As usual, Dante sent Luca his weekly dose of sin.

It arrived precisely at ten. Luca didn’t bother looking up when the door opened. He already knew why it was opening. This ritual had existed long before Veronica, long before everything had started to feel...off.

This one was voluptuous. That was the word that came to mind. Curves that seemed engineered to distract. Dante had an eye for packaging. Luca would have admired that once.

Usually, he didn’t fuck these drop-offs. That wasn’t their purpose. They came, they sucked his dick to take the edge off, and they left with an envelope.

But Luca was wound so tight now he felt like he might snap.

Veronica had lodged herself under his skin, burrowed into places no one had ever reached. Every thought circled back to her.

He needed distraction.

The woman stepped fully into his office, closing the door behind her. She wore a dress that could quite easily pass as a rag if one were feeling charitable. Fabric clung where it shouldn’t, dipped where it definitely shouldn’t. The only parts truly covered were her breasts and crotch, and even those looked negotiable. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The woman hummed around him, proud of herself, probably thinking she was doing something exceptional. Dante’s girls were always technically flawless. That was the problem. They never surprised him. Never challenged him. Never looked at him like he was more than a man with power and a cock.

He exhaled, dragging a hand over his face, trying to banish the image of Vee kneeling on his office floor.

This was supposed to be relief.

Instead, it was punishment.

Because every pulse of pleasure came tangled with her name. Every thrust of his hips reminded him of everything he couldn’t touch, couldn’t claim, couldn’t ruin without damning himself completely.

He groaned, pushing himself further into the woman’s mouth, hips jerking. But even as his body responded, his mind was elsewhere. Vee. Would she be able to take him like this, really take him, like he imagined? If she couldn’t, he would gladly teach her. Teach her to gag on his cock, to choke and show it what he wanted, to take him with unrelenting hunger.

Her hands moved to cup his balls, fingers kneading, rolling, holding him just the right way. Oh God...Dante always sent him the best. Every curve, every whisper of skill, everything calculated to undo him in minutes.

Her tongue danced over him again, teasing, and then her lips sucked and squeezed, taking him in and out with precision that made his toes curl. Then she held him in the deep throat position, jaw stretching, muscles straining, and the curse ripped from his throat.

He could hear Vee’s moans, syncopated perfectly with what was happening now. Every gag, every squeak, every tremble of pleasure he imagined her making was tattooed into his memory, making the present feel secondary.

He imagined pushing her head further down, forcing her to take him, to understand the full weight of what she’d begged for. He called her names—sweet names, slutty names, loving names, all of them at once—switching from Italian to English. Maybe even tongues unknown to the civilized world.