Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 115: I Am Obsessed With You

Luca’s brow lifted as he fastened his belt. "What’s that?"

"Contraceptives," she said. "Got them this morning."

"Ah... right."

She popped one into her mouth and swallowed it dry.

"I’m going to go take a shower," she said.

"I’ll check in with Nonnina and have her bring my dinner here," Luca said automatically, slipping back into routine.

"I thought you have a guest. Ricardo?"

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah. Forgot about that. I’ll catch up with him and be right back."

"Of course," Vee said. She slipped the pill pack back into her bag and closed it carefully.

There were things he wanted to say.

About the pills.

But tonight had already bled enough.

Tonight was not the night to ignite another war.

They had barely survived the last one.

So instead of addressing the pill, instead of demanding explanations or staking another claim, he stepped back toward her.

He cupped her face in his hands, thumbs brushing along her cheekbones. "I am obsessed with you," he said.

"You better be," she said, folding her arms loosely beneath her chest. "Because while you are in Vienna, your card is going to be keeping me company."

Luca’s mouth curved. His hands settled at her waist. "Whatever you need to do to let your anger out," he murmured. "You want to punish me when I come back? You want to draw blood from me? I will let you, Bambola. Without complaint." He meant it. He would kneel if she asked. Bleed if it kept her from walking away.

"Luca..." she warned softly.

"I’m serious." His jaw tightened. "I know. I know that it’s unfair. And I wish to God I could get out of it." He dragged a hand down her back slowly. "So do whatever you need to do. Spend me dry."

That earned him a laugh.

"You are going to regret you said that," she replied. Then the smile faded from her lips. Her eyes locked onto his. "No other woman. Okay."

"There can be no other," he said. "Ever."

She leaned in and gave him a claiming kiss. Her fingers slid up into his hair briefly, nails grazing his scalp before she pulled back. She patted his chest lightly afterward.

A queen sending her general back to war.

Then she turned and walked away toward the hallway, hips swaying in that unintentional way that always made his control fray.

Well.

Look at that.

His Bambola was growing teeth. He stepped out of the flat and into the courtyard.

Nonnina was waiting with Ricardo in the living room when Luca stepped inside the main house.

Nonnina rose first. She moved slowly and approached Luca.

He leaned down automatically, pressing a kiss to her hair. She took his jacket, smoothing the fabric before passing it to one of the staff.

"How was work?" Nonnina asked.

"Insightful," Luca replied evenly. "I’ll be leaving for Vienna in the morning. Ricardo will spend a few days with you and head back to Vienna."

"I guess you do not agree with him being here."

Luca crossed the room, loosening his cuffs as he spoke. "Not under my father’s orders," he clarified. "I want people around me who are loyal to me, not my father."

Ricardo, who had been sitting stiffly at the edge of the leather armchair, stood at that. "I really am sorry, Luciano," Ricardo said. "I should have called you. But I knew Zia would be against me joining the familia."

His eyes flicked toward Nonnina briefly before returning to Luca.

"It’s alright, Ricardo," Luca said after a moment. "It has nothing to do with you. It is about my father always wanting to take control of everything."

"Of course," Ricardo said carefully, "but do you really want to have this face off with Don Genovese?"

"Its about time."

*****

The airport lights glowed against a sky the color of bruised ink. Vienna moved with its usual elegance even at that hour, taxis gliding past, glass doors hissing open and shut as travelers spilled into the dark. Julian stood beside the Maserati, coat buttoned to the throat.

He had been waiting for forty minutes.

When Luca finally emerged from the terminal, he carried no luggage except a single leather duffel slung carelessly over his shoulder.

Luca slid into the car without a word.

The engine purred to life.

They drove.

Silence thickened the air inside the vehicle, heavier than the winter fog gathering along the Danube. Luca stared out the window, jaw clenched.

"Trust you not to even say a word of thanks," Julian began. "I didn’t have to pick you up."

"Yeah," Luca said flatly, "like you could say no to Father."

Julian’s mouth tightened. He could not argue. Half the sins Luca had committed would have earned Julian broken bones. Luca had always been the prodigal son who could set fire to a cathedral and still be invited to dinner.

The Genovese holdings were arteries running beneath Europe’s most beautiful cities. Shipping routes disguised as legitimate trade. Art galleries laundering fortunes. Private security firms that specialized in problems that could not be reported to the police. Vienna was the crown jewel run by Don Genovese and New York was the orb run by Luciano Genovese.

They rode in silence after that.

The Maserati turned through gates that opened. The Genovese estate rose from the heart of the city, its façade lit by ground lights that made it appear holy.

The courtyard was vast, cobblestones gleaming under soft lanterns. Marble statues lined the perimeter, saints frozen in judgment. Security stood at discreet intervals, black coats blending into shadow.

Waiting at the center of it all was Don Genovese.

Julian parked and stepped out first.

Luca exited the vehicle slowly. He walked toward his father. He bent, took the older man’s hand, and pressed his lips to the ring.

"What’s with the impromptu visit?" Don Genovese asked.

"Are we going to stand out here talking?" Luca replied coolly.

"You should rest first anyway. Your wife is quite excited to see you," Don Genovese said. "It has been months."