Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: You Got The Girl

"Are you sure you can still win this battle, Cassidy?" Luca asked mildly, tilting his head.

Cassidy swallowed hard. His throat burned. His pride lay in ruins at his feet, trampled beyond recognition. "You win," he said hoarsely. "You win. You got the girl." His shoulders sagged, exhaustion flooding in now that resistance was pointless. "Now let me go."

Luca smiled. "Not yet," he said.

He circled Cassidy once. "Ground rules," Luca continued. "You will be watched twenty-four seven. Every call. Every step. Every breath." He stopped in front of him again. "If you even breathe ten centimetres around the police, you’re a dead man."

"Vee does not love you," Luca went on, each word precise, designed to land where it hurt most. "Not when she has me. Someone who can actually protect her. I have more power in my little finger than you could ever rack up in your entire skeletal system."

"You were never a contender," Luca finished. "You were just something she outgrew."

Cassidy closed his eyes, the last of his resistance collapsing inward.

Luca turned away without another glance, the dismissal absolute. He lifted two fingers in a small, economical gesture, and his man moved instantly. A hood was yanked down over Cassidy’s head, the fabric rough and smelling faintly of sweat. Cassidy sucked in a sharp breath, disoriented, panic flaring too late to matter.

The ropes binding his wrists were cut next. Freedom delivered.

"Strip him and dump him on the streets," Luca ordered flatly, already walking away.

Cassidy was no longer a person in Luca’s mind. He was debris. Luca exited the cell through the false wall, the mechanism sliding closed behind him.

He hadn’t taken three steps into the corridor when one of the men approached. "Julian is waiting in your office."

"Shit," Luca muttered.

He rolled his shoulders once, irritation settling in his spine. He was not in the mood for Julian. He already knew how this would go. Julian would be smug, righteous, rehearsed. Julian would talk about optics and tradition and consequences while coveting everything Luca touched.

And worse, Julian would have reported last night’s events to their father.

That part surprised Luca more than he cared to admit. The senior Genovese hadn’t called yet.

You do not hurt family.

That was the Genovese mantra. It wasn’t written anywhere. It didn’t need to be. It was carved into bone. You hurt family, you die. Luca had lived his entire life inside that rule.

He strolled back to his office.

Julian was already seated when Luca entered, legs crossed comfortably in Luca’s chair. Julian had always had a talent for occupying space that wasn’t his. He was built leaner than Luca, sharper features, carefully cultivated charm.

"What’s the problem, Julian?" Luca asked, not bothering with a greeting, not slowing his stride as he moved to the desk.

"Father sent me," Julian drawled, settling deeper into the chair. "You could have saved me the trip if you’d agreed to talk to me last night. But instead, you tried to stab me with a knife."

"No can do." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚