Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: You Feel It Too

He looked back at the dog. Its eyes were fixed on the front door now, body tense.

"Yeah," Luca muttered under his breath. "You feel it too, don’t you."

His hand slipped under his jacket, resting where his weapon was. He had learned a long time ago to trust his instincts, especially when they came uninvited. Fear did not appear without reason. Dogs knew things. They smelled danger long before humans did. They heard what others ignored.

Luca took a step toward the house, then another. The dog whined softly, pacing, glancing between him and the door.

He put his hand on his gun and walked toward the front door. He knocked lightly. "Vee?"

He opened the door slowly, the hinges groaning in protest, and drew his gun. "Veronica?" Still nothing.

"Vito?" No answer. The familiar unease that had been gnawing at him coiled tighter in his chest. He moved inside cautiously, scanning every corner, every shadow.

Then he felt it before he saw it. The attack came from behind, a heavy weight, a rush of movement that his instincts screamed at him to counter. He jerked his elbow back instinctively, connecting with the intruder’s jaw with a sickening crack. The man stumbled backward, a grunt of surprise and pain ripping from his throat.

Luca didn’t want to fire his gun. Guns were loud, messy, and drew attention he did not want.

The next attacker came faster. Luca crouched low, the spring in his legs ready, and drew his pocket knife. A quick movement, stabbing both men in the thighs. They collapsed with curses and curses-turned-groans, weapons clattering uselessly to the floor. He kicked their guns far away from them.

He didn’t waste a second, moving with the lethal grace of someone who had spent years making danger routine.

Before him now lay the living room. And there, standing like a shadow carved from ice, was Bastardi. Gun pressed against Vee’s temple, another man standing beside him. Vito sat on the couch, frozen, sweat beading along his balding forehead.

Of course. Bastardi.

Luca’s gaze flicked to Vee. She was shaking visibly, lips parted, hair falling in loose strands across her face.

Luca’s jaw tightened. Every muscle in his body. He knew Bastardi had expected this to be easy, expected compliance. He had miscalculated.

And Luca would make him pay for that mistake, with every ounce of force he could summon.

Vee’s eyes met his for a brief second. She trembled, yes, but she trusted him, entirely. He would not let her fall. Not now, not ever.

"Luciano. Surprised to see you here." Bastardi said. The gun was steady against Vee’s temple, metal kissing skin, his finger relaxed on the trigger. "Are you the girl’s personal escort now?"

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