Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Don’t Come In Here

"And the venue?"

"Will be cleared, locked down. Staff will be searched. Kitchen will be inspected twice."

"Good. Go. I’ll bring your dinner and a change of clothes," Nonnina said.

"Thank you, Nonnina," Luca replied. He bent, kissed her silver hair once more, then straightened. He turned and left the main building, crossed the courtyard toward the smaller apartment behind the house.

He unlocked the door quietly, stepping inside just as her gagging sound hit him.

"Fuck," he muttered, already moving.

He followed the noise down the short hall and into the bedroom, then the bathroom, where he found her bent over the toilet, one hand gripping the porcelain. Her hair had fallen forward in a dark curtain, hiding her face, her shoulders shaking with each miserable heave.

"Vee?" he called softly.

"Don’t come in here," she croaked.

He ignored her completely.

Luca dropped to his knees beside her, and gathered her hair in his hand, holding it back as she threw up again. He’d seen worse things come out of men who deserved it.

"Ughhh... why did you let me drink so much?" Vee whined when it passed, slumping weakly.

"I warned you," he said calmly. "You didn’t listen to me. You make a sport of never listening to me."

She turned her head just enough to glare at him. "Go to hell."

He smirked faintly. "Already have property there."

She dry-heaved again, and he waited it out, hand steady, thumb brushing absently against her scalp.

When it was over, he helped her up, strong arm wrapping around her waist.

She shuffled to the sink, splashed water on her face, rinsed her mouth, then tried to straighten and immediately swayed.

Luca caught her before she face-planted. "Easy," he murmured.

She squinted up at him, eyes glassy, lashes clumped with moisture. "You’re annoyingly solid."

"You’re not exactly a challenge in weight."

"Show-off," she muttered.

He guided her back into the bedroom, where she promptly collapsed onto the mattress.

"Is Marco okay?" she asked, even with her eyes closed.

"Yes, he is," Luca answered immediately.

"Thank you, Luca," she murmured, already drifting, the tension leaving her face in a slow unravel. Her breathing evened out.

Luca clicked his tongue quietly. He shrugged out of his coat and tossed it over the chair.

He moved carefully and started with her dress, easing it over her head, mindful not to jostle her. The fabric slid free and landed on the floor in a careless heap. She stirred faintly but didn’t wake, her brow creasing before smoothing again.

Luca exhaled slowly. Behave, Luca, behave.

He turned toward the closet, choosing clothes. He found a pair of soft shorts and a flimsy, airy top.

When he returned to the bed, he removed her bra, his expression set, jaw tight, eyes deliberately unfocused. He refused to look too long, refused to let admiration turn into hunger. This was not that moment.

"Excuse me?" he asked. The corner of his mouth betrayed him, the faintest smile surfacing. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

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