Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: There’s A Girl At Reception

The next day, Luca sat in his office with Marco. They were deep into discussion, dissecting their deal with Bastardi.

The door opened, and the new underground bodyguard stepped inside, posture stiff, eyes alert. "There’s a woman at reception," he said carefully. "She’s asking to see Marco. She has a box of pizza with her."

Marco frowned and straightened in his chair, confusion flickering across his features. "I didn’t order pizza," he said, suspicion immediately replacing surprise. His gaze flicked to Luca, who had already gone still.

Without a word, Luca rose and walked toward the adjoining section of the office that housed the security room. Inside, the tech team sat surrounded by glowing screens, the hum of electronics filling the air. "Pull up reception for me," Luca ordered calmly.

A few quick clicks later, the center screen lit up. The image resolved into the reception area of the club, and there she was—the pizza girl. She stood at the desk, box balanced in her hands.

He turned away from the screen and walked back into his office. He stopped in front of the guard. "Bring her in here," he said.

"Boss?" Marco lifted a brow. He glanced between Luca and the door.

"As of this moment, I’m Marco. You are Luca. Okay. I’ve met her before. She delivered your pizza the other day."

Marco nodded slowly, catching on immediately. "Got it," he said, already turning toward the door. Whatever this was, it promised entertainment. He stepped out, leaving Luca alone.

Moments later, Veronica was escorted into the office. Luca turned around in his seat. Vee stood there with a pizza box in her hands, shoulders squared, chin lifted in stubborn resolve that only half-masked her nerves.

"Hi, Marco," she said, offering a polite smile.

"Do you have a thing for me, pizza girl?" Luca drawled, one corner of his lips lifting in a lazy, provocative smirk.

"What?" She blinked, momentarily thrown off balance. "Uhm... no." She stepped forward, the pizza box held out. "Here. I brought you pizza. It’s on me. I won’t charge it to your account with us."

"It was a tip," he reminded her smoothly, eyes dropping briefly to the box before returning to her face.

"I don’t want it," she said firmly, lifting her chin. "Now more than ever." Her fingers tightened on the box before she set it down.

"What do you want, pizza girl?" he asked.

She placed the pizza carefully on the desk and cleared her throat, buying herself a moment. "I would like you to schedule a meeting between me and Luciano." She met his gaze head-on.

"Luciano, huh?" Luca repeated. "Why?"

"He is going to take my sister," Veronica said. The bravado she had carried in moments ago cracked, revealing raw panic beneath. Her fingers curled tightly at her sides. "I’m begging you. I just need five minutes with him."

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