Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 161: I Swallowed The Pain

Luca paused. He turned slowly to look at his father. His chest rose and fell heavily, every breath dragging through clenched teeth. His hair had fallen slightly over his forehead, and his eyes...

His eyes were bloodshot angry.

Wild.

"Settle down! Now!"

Julian wiped blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his broken nose already swelling as crimson dripped onto the floor.

But no one moved.

Luca slowly turned his eyes back to Bianca. His fingers flexed slightly.

Still itching for blood.

"What is this madness?" Don shouted. "My rule in my familia is you cannot hurt your family!!!"

"Your rule, father?" Luca turned fully now, staring straight at the old man. "Do you have any idea how much Julian has hurt me. Do you even have any fucking idea how many times his mother hurt me before she died?"

Julian stiffened.

Don’s jaw tightened slightly, but he remained silent.

Luca continued. "Have I for once run to you? No! I swallowed the pain. I pushed it down because you taught us never to be pussies! He had his mother to protect him." Luca jabbed a finger toward Julian. "I didnt! I didnt!"

Then he shook his head, his chest heaving as he tried to pull himself back from the edge he had been standing on since he landed in New York. "Father..." He gestured vaguely toward Bianca. "this... this, this I cannot allow."

"they have done nothing wrong, Luciano. Your wife has a right to be angry." Don said.

"She shot my woman!!!"

The roar ripped out of him.

Don Genovese simply rolled his eyes. "Stray bullet..."

The dismissal was so casual it almost felt insulting.

Luca stared at him like he had just heard something absurd.

A stray bullet.

That was what his father called the image burned into his mind — Veronica lying pale on a hospital bed, her skin drained of color, her voice weak as she tried to pretend she was fine.

"You say we cannot hurt family, yeah?"

Don said nothing.

Luca stepped forward slightly, his gaze shifting between Bianca and Julian. "Veronica Scalese is my family!" he declared. "From this moment on, she is a member of the familia." Luca’s red eyes locked onto his brother and his wife. "one scratch on her head is treason!"

Don Genovese slowly smiled.

A knowing smile.

"So that’s why you went to see your mother."

Luca’s eyes flickered briefly.

"She told you to do this."

The old man looked amused.

Luca didn’t deny it. "You did the same. I expect my claim on her to be respected." He paused, his gaze sweeping the room slowly before settling back on his father. "And I am saying this in front of you father. I don’t care who it is, if any harms comes to her ever again, I will kill every single person responsible."

Don waved a hand dismissively. "Go, we will talk about this later. And Luca, you will still be punished."

"Really?" Luca smiled. He bent slightly and picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground earlier, brushing a shard of glass away from the grip before straightening again.

Everyone watched him.

For a moment it almost looked like the moment had passed.

Then Luca turned his head slowly toward Julian.

Their eyes met.

Luca gave one final smile to his father.

Then he fired.

The gunshot exploded through the suite.

Julian cried out as the bullet tore clean through his thigh, his leg buckling instantly beneath him as he collapsed to the floor with a sharp gasp of pain.

Blood spread quickly across the marble beneath him.

Luca lowered the gun calmly. His face was completely expressionless now.

"Fuck!!!" Julian yelled, falling to the ground.

The bullet had gone clean through the muscle of his thigh.

Julian clutched his leg, his fingers already slick with his own blood. His jaw clenched as he tried to control the groan threatening to escape him again. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Now I earned the punishment." Luca said casually as if they had just finished some small family argument instead of destroying half the suite and putting a bullet in his brother.

As he passed Nonnina, he leaned down slightly and kissed her gently on the hair.

Then he walked out.

Don sighed.

The old man rubbed his forehead slowly before turning to Nonnina, who still stood near the door.

"get the doctor."

Then he threw his arms slightly into the air, shaking his head.

Like everyone in the family had gone mad.

Which, at the moment, didn’t seem entirely inaccurate.

Bianca hurried to Julian’s side, her composure returning quickly as she dropped to her knees beside him. She pulled the scarf from around her neck.

The expensive fabric tightened around Julian’s leg as she wrapped it firmly above the wound, pulling hard to slow the bleeding.

Julian sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

"Hold still," she muttered under her breath, tightening the knot.

Don walked slowly across the room and stopped beside them. He looked down at his son lying on the floor. "I told you he would shoot you."

There was no sympathy in his tone. Just an irritating sense of I warned you.

Julian glared up at him through the pain. "You’re just going to let him leave." he yelled.

Don sighed again. "He will be punished."

Julian let out a bitter laugh that quickly turned into a groan when the movement jarred his leg.

Don’s attention shifted to Bianca.

She was still kneeling beside Julian, her hands stained red now as she kept pressure on the makeshift bandage.

"You want to get Luca’s heart, you have to be wiser."

Bianca slowly lifted her eyes to meet his.

"This marriage benefits both familias, yes," Don continued. "But I expected you to approach the matters of the heart with patience, tact. Now, all you have done is made matters worse."

Bianca said nothing. Her jaw tightened slightly.

"You drove him further into the arms of this woman." Don turned away from them both. "No matter," he said with a shrug. "lets hope this woman can be motivated to leave your marriage alone." Don finished speaking and walked out of the suite.

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