Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99: It’s Worse Than It Looks

A bruise bloomed along her cheekbone, darkening into deep violet. Her lower lip was split slightly, swelling faintly.

His hands curled at his sides.

It would have been worse without Nonnina. He knew that.

And there were injuries he had not even seen yet.

She was studying herself in the mirror, tilting her chin slightly. She saw him in the reflection before she heard him fully step inside. She turned immediately. "Luca," she stood there, facing him fully. Guilt was etched plainly across her features.

She knew.

Of course she knew she had f’ed the hell up.

He took in the sight of her slowly.

Luca’s anger did not cool when he saw her up close. Instead, it intensified.

The image replayed in his mind with merciless clarity.

Inferi would have been dead already. The second Luca saw him hitting her, he had imagined driving a blade straight through his throat.

But there had been witnesses. A place of business tied to Veronica’s name.

Killing a man in that space would have splattered more than blood.

So Luca had done what he rarely did.

He had swallowed his rage.

"Luca, I’m fine, really. It’s worse than it looks. Nonnina did a fine job. I don’t even feel any pain." She spoke quickly.

He stepped closer. His eyes moved slowly, methodically, cataloguing every injury. He memorized them. He was going to stab Inferi in exactly those places. He would mark him with the same map. "I told you what would happen if you lied to me," he said.

She lifted her chin. "I had to."

"You had to lie to me."

"Yes, Luca," she shot back, a flash of heat in her eyes. "Because I knew what you would do."

She did not intend to shoulder all of the blame. Not entirely.

"So you decided to what? Take matters into your own hands?"

"I thought I could handle it!" Veronica snapped back. "I had a plan!"

"You should have told me! God fucking dammit!"

"I would if your default setting wasn’t to kill," she shot back. She planted her hands on her hips, standing defiant. She wanted him to see she was a storm in her own right.

"And what did your little stunt achieve?!" Luca snarled, stepping closer. "He is still going to die—in the most gruesome way possible!"

"See what I mean!" she yelled, frustration cracking into desperation. She shook her head, hair tumbling across her bruised cheek.

"Are you seriously sitting on your stupid high horse right now?!" he demanded. "If you hate who I am so much, why did you try to leverage my reputation? You used me!"

"No less than you are using me!" she shot back. Her eyes narrowed, the intensity of her gaze burning into his.

"I fucking bought you, for fuck’s sakes!" he shouted. "It’s what you do with things you buy!"

The fight drained out of Veronica’s eyes instantly. The color fled from her face. The truth slammed into her: of course. She was just a property he owned. A possession purchased—ten million dollars’ worth. Her stomach twisted, a bitter taste of reality she could neither swallow nor spit out.

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