Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Sorry I Bothered You

The dog whined, ears flattening, then—surprisingly—fell silent.

Vee pulled the dog closer to her, fingers tightening around the leash. Her body angled away from Luca instinctively, chin lifted in stubborn pride. "I’m just going to walk away from you now," she said. The dog leaned into her leg.

"Good idea," Luca replied coolly, straightening to his full height. "It’s not like I called you over here in the first place."

"Sorry I bothered you," she muttered.

"You should be," Luca shot back. "You might have gotten your head blown off."

Vee stopped, spun around, and stuck out her tongue at him in a childish, exaggerated gesture. "You need help," she snapped.

"You really are five," Luca muttered, shaking his head as he turned away from her. He dropped back onto the bench, stretching his legs out in front of him. Only then did he notice the empty space around him. The ducks he’d been feeding moments earlier had scattered. "Great. Just great."

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Three days later, when Veronica returned home from the pizza parlour, the familiar comfort of routine was shattered the moment she stepped through the door. The house was in chaos. Valentina’s shrill screams cut through the air. Her father’s voice boomed back, words tumbling over each other too fast to understand. The dog barked wildly.

Before she could even set her bag down, Valentina came running toward her. The girl threw herself into Vee’s arms, clinging tightly. "Vee! Vee!" she cried, eyes wide and frantic. "Dad wants to sell me!"

"What?" Vee raised a brow, instinctively steadying Valentina with both hands. Despite the tension in the air, a tired chuckle escaped her lips. She brushed hair from the girl’s face, convinced this was just another dramatic outburst. "Come on," she sighed softly. "I’m tired."

"Vee!" Valentina insisted, pulling back just enough to look at her properly. Her grip tightened again. "Listen to me!"

Knowing she wasn’t going to catch a break tonight, Vee drew in a slow breath and forced her feet to move. She walked into the living room. Her father sat slouched on the couch, bottle dangling loosely from his fingers. "Dad?" she said carefully. "What’s this nonsense about selling Tina?"

"I don’t have a choice," Vito replied. He lifted the bottle and took another swig. "I made a deal with the devil."

"Is this some kind of joke?" she snapped. "Quit it, Dad." She searched his face for the familiar signs of drunken exaggeration, the dramatic nonsense she had grown up deflecting, but what she saw instead made her stomach tighten.

"I’m not kidding," Vito said, finally looking at her. "I owe the devil a debt, and he has come to collect." His hand trembled as he lowered the bottle. "I either give him Tina, or we are all dead!"

Vee felt suddenly unmoored. None of it made sense. "What do you mean," she finally whispered, "by you made a deal with the devil?"

"The devil," Vito repeated quietly. His gaze dropped to the floor. "Luciano Genovese."

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