Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Your Sister Is With Bastardi

"Your sister is with Bastardi," he said bluntly, lifting his glass and swallowing the rest of the whiskey in one go. The alcohol burned a clean, familiar line down his throat.

Vee went still. "What next?" she asked.

"Patience, bambola. Patience." He set the empty glass down. "You are in the mafia now. You need to learn patience, or your blood pressure will be through the roof before you’re thirty."

Vee forced herself to sit back, to breathe, to unclench her fists. If Luca said he had it handled, she should believe him. He was capable. More than capable. The legendary devil.

So why wasn’t she relaxed?

She stood abruptly and crossed to the bar. She grabbed the bottle straight from its place of honor and carried it back.

"Careful, bambola. It’s strong," Luca said mildly, watching her with narrowed eyes. There was a note of warning there, buried under the affection.

"Strong is good," she replied, pouring herself a generous glass. She downed it.

Luca leaned forward slightly. "Vee—"

She was already pouring another. "I can’t do this," she snapped. "I can’t stay calm." She lifted the glass and drank again, not even wincing this time. The burn was gone, replaced by a dull warmth.

Luca snatched the bottle from her hand. "That’s enough." He set the bottle out of her reach, eyes scanning her face, noting the flush in her cheeks, the glassiness creeping in.

His phone buzzed again.

He looked at it for only a second.

Extracted.

That was all Reese sent. Luca’s shoulders loosened a fraction, tension bleeding out of him.

"Your sister is safe," he said aloud. "It will take a bit for me to get her resituated, but she is currently in safe hands."

Her breath left her in a long, trembling exhale, and she folded forward until her forehead rested against the desk. Relief crashed through her so violently it left her hollowed out, shaky, almost weak with it.

"And Marco?" she asked.

"Marco will be punished by the laws of the familia."

Her fingers curled against the desk. "Is there...."

"Don’t." He cut her off sharply. "Like I said, he knew the risks. Just like I know the risks of saving your sister. We make our choices and accept the consequences."

She lifted her head slowly, eyes red-rimmed, searching his face. "You had your own plan mapped out," she said quietly. "You were always going to save her."

His mouth tightened. "She is your sister. You love her. I couldn’t hurt you like that. Now tell me," he said. "What’s with Marco and your sister?"

Vee stiffened instantly, her eyes flying up to meet his. "What’s with them?"

"I don’t get it," Luca continued. "Marco isn’t reckless. And he certainly isn’t suicidal. He knew saving her was a suicide mission, and he did it anyway." His eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"They are quite close," Vee said slowly. She sat sideways in the chair, one knee tucked up. "I noticed it when she visited." She frowned, thinking. "But Tina says it’s nothing." She glanced at Luca. "You think it’s something?"

He snorted softly. "Both," he admitted. "Which is why you should go home and sleep it off." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Promise?" she murmured, her head tipped back.

Luca snorted, a real laugh breaking free. "Someone is excited to be punished." His hand steadied her, palm firm at her lower back.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked, lips dangerously close to his collarbone.

"Please," he drawled, amusement curling through his tone. "Regale me."

She leaned in, breath warm against his neck, whispering. "I like it when you punish me."

Luca laughed again, shaking his head. "I know, Bambola." His thumb brushed her chin, lifting it just enough to look at her unfocused eyes. "Oh, you’re going to hate yourself when this clears from your system."

She giggled. "I know, right. I’d never truly admit that in my right mind." She wrinkled her nose. "Damn, that drink is strong."

"I warned ya," he said smugly.

She sobered slightly then, the haze parting just enough for the real fear to peek through again. "You’ll take good care of my sis?" she asked, searching his face.

"I promise," he replied.

Her lips curved, alcohol-fueled bravery blooming. "Then you can fuck me."

Luca lifted her chin fully, forcing her to meet his eyes. Her lashes were heavy. "Hey," he said quietly, intensity cutting through the humor. "Listen to me before you pass out. I didn’t save her to fuck you, you crazy woman. What kind of vibes are you getting from me exactly?"