Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Just Trust Me

She frowned. "Haven’t they? You were mean to me in the beginning."

He tilted his head slightly. "Was I?"

Frustration flared. "Will you stop with the two word questions? Just trust me, please. I can handle myself."

"Fine. Is that all?" he asked, reclaiming her ankle.

"No."

"Godfucking damnit," he muttered under his breath. "What is it this time?"

The irritation was theatrical, but the undercurrent was real. She had been steering him all night. Pulling him toward heat, then shifting the subject. Asking for trust. Mentioning Cassidy. Wanting freedom.

"Goodnight," she said lightly.

Before he could respond, she slipped her legs from his hands and stood. The flip flops he had abandoned earlier still lay on the floor. She stepped around him slowly, her fingers trailing up the back of his neck, brushing the short hair at his nape, grazing the sensitive place just below his ear.

He exhaled sharply as she slipped her shoes on and walked away, her hips swaying just enough to remind him of what he was not getting.

"Fucking tease..." Luca murmured.

Her laughter followed her.

He leaned back in his chair and scrubbed a hand down his face.

And then, against his will, he smiled.

Stupidly.

"What the fuck is this woman doing to me?" he muttered to himself.

******

The next morning, Vee sat in the passenger seat wearing high waisted jeans and her Scalese pizza tshirt tucked neatly at her waist. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. The bruise on her cheek had faded further.

They moved through the early morning traffic.

"Can you stop in front of that bodega?"

He glanced at her briefly before signaling and pulling over. The storefront was small, paint peeling slightly around the edges, crates of fruit stacked out front. A faded awning flapped in the mild breeze.

"You want something?" he asked.

"Yeah. The shop owner supplies me some ingredients. I just need to confirm when the next delivery will arrive. I’ll only be a minute."

He put the car in park and watched her step out. She adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder and walked toward the entrance.

Luca’s gaze lingered. Then he scanned the street automatically. Two men arguing near a bus stop. An elderly woman carrying groceries. A teenager on a bike.

His phone rang just then, vibrating against the dashboard where it was mounted.

He glanced down.

His wife’s name flashed across the screen.

Video call request.

"Shit," he muttered.

The timing could not have been worse.

He hesitated for half a second before answering. The screen lit up, reflecting his face back at him before shifting to hers.

He adjusted the camera angle subtly.

"Buongiorno," he said smoothly.

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