Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Get On With It

She knelt by the bed, brushing a hand softly over Tina’s hair. Luca might be a devil, a tyrant, a storm of chaos but tonight, he had done something undeniably human, something that left her breathless in its unexpected tenderness.

Vee leaned closer, pressing her forehead to her sister’s shoulder, closing her eyes, and just breathed.

Even held captive, Luca had cared for Valentina when he didn’t have to. He had fed her sister, housed her, made sure she wasn’t hurt.

What if their father had gotten entangled with someone else? Someone colder. Someone without Luca’s particular brand of rules, warped as they were. Someone who didn’t see people as people at all. What would have become of Valentina then? Of both of them? Vee didn’t like the answers her mind supplied.

She shoved them aside, but they clawed back anyway.

Yes, Valentina’s fate was still grim. That hadn’t changed. But Luca had looked her in the eye and said it. If I could let her go, I would. Which meant he was trying. Or at least struggling with the idea.

Right?

Maybe if she acknowledged this. Maybe if she didn’t spit in his face every time he showed the smallest crack in that monstrous armor. Maybe if she was grateful for this one mercy, this stolen night, this gift he hadn’t even wrapped in cruelty. Maybe, just maybe, he would try harder. Push further. Bend rules he himself had made.

She didn’t care about her own freedom. She had already made peace with the idea that she might never walk away untouched. But Tina? Tina still had a life. If Valentina could get away, if she could be free, Vee would stay. She would bleed for it. She would kneel for it. She would thank the devil himself if that was the price.

Vee leaned down and pressed a soft kiss into Valentina’s hair. Her sister stirred but didn’t wake, curling tighter into the sheets. Vee straightened slowly, swallowing the ache in her throat, and slipped out of the apartment.

The main house felt different at night. Bigger.

She found one of the maids just outside the corridor, the woman already dressed down, cardigan pulled close as she prepared to retire for the night.

"Miss Scalese," the maid said gently, surprise flickering across her face. "Can I help you with something?"

"Is Nonnina still awake?" she asked.

"No. She retired early tonight."

She inhaled once, steadying herself. "How about Luca?"

"Up in his bedroom," the maid answered, eyes flicking briefly toward the staircase.

"Okay. Thanks." Vee gave a tight nod and headed upstairs.

She entered quietly.

Luca was sprawled across the bed, shirtless, one arm flung above his head, dark hair mussed. The lights were still on. An empty bottle of wine sat on the nightstand, tipped on its side. He looked asleep, drugged sleep that came from exhaustion rather than peace.

She stood there.

This man terrified her. Controlled her life. Held her sister’s fate in his hands. And yet, standing there in his bedroom, she saw loneliness.

She exhaled quietly and stepped closer. Just this. Just a small kindness. She reached for the sheet, lifting it carefully, intending to pull it up over his bare torso.

Luca was upright in an instant, eyes open, focused, lethal. The gun was already trained on her, steady. Even drunk, even half-asleep, he was still Luciano Genovese. Predator before man. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎