Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 146: I Already Married Bianca Vitale

Carol’s eyebrow lifted slowly. "Then marry her."

"I already married Bianca Vitale."

Carol smiled then. "Your father finally did it uhn. He always wanted control of the Vitale’s docks. He finally got it."

"Yes." Luca’s answer came flat.

There was no point pretending otherwise. Everyone who knew the Genovese family knew that marriage had never been about love. It had been a transaction the moment it was arranged.

"I birthed him a weapon." Carol looked up at her son. "And you embraced the life so easily, it’s as if there is no part of me inside you."

"Mum, focus."

"Have her join the familia under the Genovese protection, specifically yours. Any one in the familia who hurts her would have committed treason. But that doesn’t keep her safe from your rivals."

Luca nodded slowly. He could work with that.

"Thank you." Luca said. "I’ll be out of your hair." He slid the empty bottle of water onto the counter, pushed his hands into his pockets, and headed toward the door without another word. His footsteps were almost at the door when her voice cut through the silence.

"Luciano!"

Luca stopped just at the door. He turned slightly, looking back over his shoulder.

Carol stood in the kitchen doorway now, arms still folded. "It’s the middle of the night." She said.

Luca shrugged lightly. "There is a hotel nearby."

"You can stay. I’ll prepare the guest room for you."

He genuinely hadn’t expected that.

She had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with the life he represented.

Or with him.

So the invitation felt strange.

Suspicious, even.

Luca shifted his weight slightly, unsure what to say.

Staying meant proximity.

The same thing she had spent years avoiding.

Luca turned then and looked at his mother, hesitation flickering across his sharp features. "I...I don’t think I should."

Carol’s glare was instantaneous. "Luciano Genovese! You get into this house, and you get some sleep or I am going to aim that gun at your leg and I promise you, I will not miss."

The way she wielded authority made him pause. It wasn’t fear exactly—it was respect. "Yes ma’am," he said quickly, surrendering. He strolled back into the house.

Carol followed behind. She guided him up the stairs into the guest room, her hands moving as she arranged sheets, blankets, and pillows. "Have you had anything to eat?" she asked, not looking at him but adjusting the pillowcase so it would lie perfectly flat.

"No."

"You didn’t eat on the flight?" Carol asked, pausing to meet his gaze.

"No."

Her lips pressed into a thin line in exasperation. "Like your father, you think someone will poison you?"

"Paranoia has kept me alive, mother," he said quietly.

Carol stopped short, her eyes narrowing at him, flickering with intensity. "Every mother prays their children will outlive them. Mothers in the familia pray that their kids get to come back home alive each night. This woman you hope to protect—" she gestured vaguely, "is this what she is signing up for?"

Luca’s jaw tightened. "She doesn’t want a child with me," he admitted.

"Smart woman." Carol commented.

Luca huffed faintly at that, the ghost of a tired smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He leaned against the doorframe of the guest room, arms loosely folded, watching his mother adjust the blanket at the edge of the bed. "From the first day I met her, she reminded me of you." Luca said. "Your stubbornness is still legendary in Italy. She’s..." He paused, searching for the right word and somehow finding none that fully fit.

Veronica was many things—fierce, infuriating, stubborn enough to challenge him without fear. She fought him every step of the way and somehow still found herself wrapped in his arms at the end of the day.

Carol chuckled. "It’s weird that you are looking for your mother in girls."

"I wonder why." He said sarcastically.

Carol shot him a look that said she heard the bitterness under the joke. She reached up and gave him a quick pat on the chest. "I’ll get you something to snack on. I promise not to poison you." She finished and left.

Her footsteps faded down the hallway and then down the stairs, leaving Luca alone in the quiet guest room.

The house felt strange around him.

He pulled off his jacket first, shrugging out of it. The leather hit the sofa in the corner with a soft thud. His shirt followed next, tossed carelessly beside it.

The long flight had left his muscles tight and his shoulders sore. Twenty-four hours of sitting still did strange things to a man who was used to constant motion.

He rolled his neck once, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

The screen lit up instantly when he pressed the power button.

Vee’s smiling face ignited the screen as the wallpaper. "I miss you babe." He whispered.

He glanced quickly at the top of the screen, confirming what he already knew.

Airplane mode.

Still on.

Good.

He placed the phone carefully on the dresser.

The last thing he wanted was for any signal to trace back here.

He had no idea if his father knew exactly where his mother was but he wasn’t going to be the reason he found her anyway.

His father had many talents. Finding people who didn’t want to be found was one of them.

Luca walked to the window and pushed the curtain aside slightly. Singapore glittered outside in the distance—quiet streets, glowing buildings, palm trees shifting faintly in the night breeze.

Peaceful.

He wondered briefly what Veronica would think of this place. She would probably drag him through every street market in the city and force him to try foods he couldn’t pronounce. Then complain loudly when he refused.

God, he missed her.

Missed her attitude. Missed the way she glared at him. Missed the way she melted against him.

Soon Carol came back in with a tray of pancakes, strawberries, honey and hot cocoa.

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