Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 541

Chapter 541: Burn This Place Down

Marco nodded. "Yes, Don."

"And Renato." Massimo moved away from Vito’s photograph, eyes narrowing as they crossed the board again. "Make sure you keep eyes on him."

"Noted, sir."

"We need to be sure he will not be making any silly moves to get back at Luca."

"Consider it done," Marco said.

Massimo’s gaze shifted again, stopping on another photograph.

Voss.

"What is it about this guy?" he asked. "Why does Luca still leave him circling?"

"Luca believes he is honourable," Marco said. "And that he will always do the right thing."

Massimo shook his head. "Honourable people on the wrong side are a threat, Marco. I don’t like it," Massimo added.

"I’ll be sure to pay attention when we get back to New York."

"Good." Massimo took one final look around the room then turned for the door. "Alright...I guess that is all. Burn this place down."

He stepped aside and walked out of the warehouse.

*****

Luca knew he had a lot of catching up to do. But God, he was drained. Gloriously, thoroughly drained. His wife was relentless.

Veronica had proceeded to use him in every way her body allowed. And thank heaven, his body had responded in every way she wanted.

It was like the honeymoon they never had. Their actual wedding had been quick, and very them. A world already burning around them while they made vows.

They had never had time to celebrate. He appreciated the getaway but they had to return to the real world.

Luca lay on his back, one arm around Veronica as she rested against his chest. Her leg thrown across his thigh, her hair spread over his skin. "We have to go back in the morning."

"I don’t want to go..." she whined against his chest.

"I know," Luca said, "but I have business. I don’t want to go either."

Veronica lifted her face from his chest and gave him a dramatic pout. "Your cousin can wait."

He slid his hand down her back, enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against his. "I need to evaluate him...He knows nothing about being in the famiglia, Vee."

Veronica’s fingers traced idle patterns over his stomach. "And if he cannot handle it?"

Luca stared at the ceiling. That was the question, wasn’t it? If Elio could not handle it, then the weight would fall where it had always been meant to fall.

On Luca.

"I don’t know, love," he admitted. "I don’t know."

"You said you wanted to turn everything legitimate," she said. "Why can’t you do that from here and leave Marco in New York to do the same?"

"Because this is not a dirty shirt I can just throw into the wash and call clean." He shifted slightly. "It would take years...Maybe decades. The famiglia is old. Its roots are deep. There are men who were born into blood money, married into it."

"You expect threats."

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