Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 192: I Will Make You Quiver

The door clicked shut behind them.

Then Luca laughed. It was deep, unrestrained. The kind of laughter that came from the gut and tore its way out.

Vee turned slowly, her eyes narrowing as she watched him bend slightly at the waist, one hand braced against the wall as his laughter continued, relentless. "You think this is funny?"

Luca tried to respond, but the laughter still shaking through his chest. "Hmmm—hmm—" he shook his head, breath uneven, unable to form words through the force of it.

That only irritated her more.

"Okay," she said, folding her arms. "Let me clarify things for you then. You better wrap your dick up," she continued, "or you will gain no entry whatsoever anywhere near my pants."

Luca straightened slowly, his breathing evening out. He stepped closer.

Before she could react, his hand came up and he pinned her to the wall.

"Do you want to really test my determination," he murmured, "about wanting you to have my baby, Bambola?"

Vee’s heart stuttered. "Luca... it’s—"

"Shhhh." His fingers held her jaw. "I didn’t say you could speak."

Vee bit her bottom lip.

People walked past them—nurses, orderlies. And yet, right there, pressed between Luca’s body and the cold wall, Vee felt like she existed in a completely separate reality. One where the rules bent. One where he decided how far things went.

"I have made you beg before," Luca said. "You think I can’t do it again? Did you think I lost my touch..." he continued, his thumb brushing slowly along her jaw, "...because you have me wrapped around your little finger? Hmmm?"

"No..." she whispered.

"I will make you quiver," he murmured. "Make you beg for my cum... make you lose that fire you burn me with. and all that will be left... is me inside you, filling you."

Her throat tightened.

"Now..." he said, straightening. "Let’s get your beautiful behind moving. You need time to think. About how badly you want me." And just like that—he let her go.

Vee stayed where she was for a bit, her back still against the wall, her breath uneven, her thoughts spiraling in directions she didn’t want to follow. Because she knew.

God, she knew. She was losing this.

Finished. That was the word that echoed in her mind.

Just... finished.

*****

Valentina stood behind the counter, mid-conversation with a customer, her hands moving animatedly as she spoke. But the moment her eyes landed on Vee— her face lit up. "Sis!"

She handed over to Rosa, closing the distance between them.

The hug came fast and tight.

"Now you act like you’re happy to see me," Vee said. "Why haven’t you been picking my calls? You haven’t come to see me either."

"I’m sorry. It’s so busy around here usually that I just crash when I get home," Valentina said.

"Thanks for holding down the fort," Vee said finally, letting it go—for now.

"Sure," Valentina replied. "But the accounts are a mess. I can’t figure it out. When you get back, you have loads to do."

That earned a small laugh from Vee.

"I’ll take a brief look at it," Vee said. She glanced over her shoulder at Luca. "Give me a minute."

He nodded easily. "Sure. I’ll just catch up with Valentina here." He watched Vee until she disappeared behind the counter before he turned back to Valentina. "How is your training with Marco going?" he asked.

"Oh, great," she said, brightening just enough. "I can hit targets from quite the distance now without my hands even shaking at all."

He gave a small nod, approving. "And Ricardo?"

"Yeah... yeah... he’s... okay," she said.

"Then tell me why Marco just recently broke Ricardo’s face because of you."

Her shoulders tensed just a fraction. "Uh... I did not know that," she said.

"Val," he said. "Whatever it is..." He stepped just a little closer. "Whatever you need...I may not be able to keep things from your sister...but I assure you...I will have your back."

Valentina swallowed. "Thank you. I’m fine. I will talk to Marco. He is just quite overprotective."

He gave a small nod. His gaze drifted away from her to Veronica.

She stood at the small office corner behind the counter, slightly hunched over a cluttered desk. Papers were stacked in uneven piles, receipts peeking out. The chair tucked beneath it looked unforgiving—thin, stiff, entirely unsuitable for someone still recovering.

He made a mental note. A better chair.

"Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll get you a soda. You do drink soda, don’t you? Because you won’t get expensive champagne bottles in a pizza parlour such as this one."

"I’m fine. Thank you," he replied simply. He took a seat anyway.

*****

Airports had a way of making everything feel temporary.

People came and went, dragging pieces of their lives behind them in suitcases. Announcements echoed overhead, names and destinations blurring into background noise, while reunions and goodbyes unfolded.

Luca stepped through the sliding doors.

Bianca saw him immediately. Her eyes followed him the moment he appeared.

A small wave lifted her hand, enough to signal recognition without demanding attention.

He noticed her wave, acknowledged it with a slight incline of his head.

"Welcome back," she said softly.

Luca stopped in front of her. "Bianca."

"Hi." She lifted the trunk for him. Her eyes didn’t leave his as he dropped his small travel bag inside. As always, he traveled light—a single, sleek bag that held just enough for a brief stay. It was a subtle announcement; he had no intention of lingering. L

"You could have sent a driver."

"It’s no trouble." She gave him a small, careful smile. Then, without ceremony, he swung into the front seat beside her. She started the engine, the car humming under her fingers. "How was your flight?"

"Fine." He kept his eyes forward, fingers drumming lightly against his thigh.

"Is anyone from New York coming for the party?" she ventured.

"It’s just a wedding anniversary. It’s no big deal," he said simply. His eyes flicked toward her for the briefest instant, then returned to the road.

(Brought to you by Jennifer Willard)

Today’s Chapter will be up by my morning. My flu medication makes me sleepy. I hate that shit.