Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 183: You Said You Trusted Me

Vee ignored him. She moved around the kitchen like he wasn’t there, stirring, tasting, adjusting.

"Come on, Vee," he pressed, pushing off the table and moving toward her. "How am I supposed to fix it if I don’t know what I did?" He reached her just as she covered the pot, trapping the simmering contents beneath the lid. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her against him.

For a second, she let him.

Then she turned.

"When was the last time we fucked?" she asked.

The question hit him like a misfired bullet. Of all the things he thought he had done wrong... That hadn’t even crossed his mind.

"Uh..." he blinked, thrown off, his grip loosening slightly. "If memory serves... that was before I went to Singapore."

Her eyes didn’t leave his. "That’s about a month and a half ago."

"Yeah?" he replied slowly, still trying to catch up.

"You don’t see a problem with that?"

Before he could respond, she wriggled out of his arms, slipping away from him, taking a few careful steps back.

Luca ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "Bambola, I—"

"You what?" she cut in. "Saving yourself for when you go to Italy to fuck your wife again?!"

"You said you trusted me!" Luca snapped.

"I must have been high on painkillers," she shot back instantly, turned and walked out of the kitchen, her steps uneven, her limp a bit pronounced.

"Vee—" he started, already moving after her.

She made it to the bottom of the stairs before reality caught up with her body. Her pace slowed. Then stopped. Because no matter how angry she was... her body refused to cooperate.

The betrayal of it. The humiliation.

"Going somewhere?" Luca mocked.

Veronica stilled at the foot of the stairs, her hand gripping the railing. She didn’t turn immediately. When she did, her eyes were blazing. "You’re an asshole."

Luca gave a small, unapologetic shrug, the corner of his mouth twitching. "I know." He stepped closer. "Vee," he continued. "You really think I wouldn’t be able to fuck you, Bianca, and fifty other women and still not have the stamina to fuck you all over again?"

The arrogance in his words. Uggghhhh....

"Again?" she snapped. "You are a fucking asshole!"

Luca exhaled sharply. "Besides, what are you even talking about? We do other stuff," he added. "I thought that was enough. At least for you."

"It would be," she fired back instantly, stepping toward him despite the protest in her leg, "if you weren’t flying off to your pretty, perfect, spotless wife in a bit! How do you expect me to feel, Luca? Enlighten me."

"I cannot fuck you because I don’t want to hurt you, you stupid baby!" he yelled.

"What?" she breathed, the anger faltering, confusion slipping in.

"I..." He exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "Haven’t you noticed?" He gestured vaguely, frustrated at himself. "I don’t know how to do soft," he admitted. "Or tender. Or any of that vanilla bullshit." His jaw tightened. "You had a bullet in your thigh, Veronica. Hell," he continued, "I’d be celibate for a decade if it meant I wouldn’t add to your pain."

Veronica stared at him, her anger unraveling piece by piece.

"I... didn’t know that," she whispered.

"Yeah, you just assumed," Luca said. "Vee, it takes me twenty full minutes to walk away from this house every day after you are in bed. Do you know why?"

Veronica shook her head slowly, her innocence in that moment almost painful to look at.

"Because I have to wait until my erection is flaccid," he said bluntly, his gaze locking onto hers. "I do want to fuck you. Every day. Every fucking hour. But I can’t," he continued. "Because all of this..." He gestured toward her leg. "You being injured... it’s all my fault."

Veronica’s brows pulled together, her heart tightening at the way he said it.

"I promised I wouldn’t hurt you," he went on. "And yet... I have."

"You didn’t do this, Luca," she said softly.

Didn’t she see it? Or did she refuse to?

"Didn’t I?" he shot back. "It’s almost as if I pulled the trigger myself. My wife shot you—with my gun. And to protect me, Marco had to dig the bullet out of you like we were cleaning up a mistake."

"I knew loving you was never going to be easy," Vee said quietly, her eyes steady on his. "I knew it. And still...I chose you."

"I think..." he started, then paused. "I think I may have weighed you down, actually."

"...yes, you did," Veronica said. "But you did such a fine job that... that I cannot, Luca..." She hesitated, her fingers curling slightly at her sides. "I’m afraid that one day, you will wake up from this obsession... and go back to Bianca."

"You know," he said casually, "you could lock me down with a child."

Veronica groaned. "Ugghhh. Screw you," she muttered, swatting his chest as she turned away from him.

Luca caught her hand before she could fully retreat, the corner of his lips lifting slightly. "I’m just saying..."

Carefully, he guided her toward the stairs, his hand steadying her without making a show of it.

"You know..." she added after a moment, "it doesn’t hurt anymore."

Luca arched a brow. "And yet you limp."

"I think the only thing you need to be afraid of right now," she said, "is trying not to shift my ovaries."

Luca paused mid-step. "Really?" he asked, genuinely curious, his brows lifting. "Can I do that? Is that a thing?"

Veronica stared at him. "...How are you even excited about that?" she demanded.

He shrugged, completely unbothered. "I like to try new things. Sue me."

"Do you have any more nasty fantasies I don’t know about?"

Luca’s grin widened. "Oh, plenty," he said. "I had this really hot geometry teacher—"

"Oh boy..." Veronica groaned immediately. "You men are so predictable."

"More like simple," Luca argued.

Vee laughed as they stepped into her bedroom.

(Brought to you by Mrs B)