Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 111: You Are Relentless

Valentina tilted her head slightly, and let her eyes soften into what could only be described as a perfectly crafted sheepish look. Her lips pursed in a subtle pout. "So...you going to train me?" she asked.

Marco groaned, rubbing the back of his neck, the muscles tense beneath his shirt. His dark eyes narrowed, the lines of his face hardening with determination. He shook his head sharply. "No! You should be thinking about your future, school, normal life. Something girls your age think about," he said.

Valentina tilted her head, pouting more exaggeratedly, her eyes wide and pleading. "Marco..." she whined softly.

"No!" he barked. He gestured sharply to one of the guards waiting nearby. "Get a car, get her back home! Now!"

"Please..." she tugged at his shirt.

"Fine! Fine! God, you are relentless. I will teach you how to handle a gun," he said, "but that doesn’t mean you get to carry it. And I am sure your sister will agree with me!"

She was insufferably bold, recklessly so.

A sudden, familiar voice cut through the air. "Marco!"

He turned sharply, and saw Ricardo emerging from a vehicle that belonged to Luca.

He straightened immediately. "Ricardo," he said. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Ricardo’s lips pulled into a formal smile. "Marco..." His eyes flicked briefly toward Valentina, who remained standing close by, clearly caught in fascination, her gaze unabashed.

"What are you doing here, Ricardo?"

"Don sent me here," he said.

Marco’s eyebrows knitted together. "Why?"

"I’d rather discuss that with Luciano," Ricardo replied, his gaze flicking toward the underground facility. "Is he in?"

Marco’s eyes followed the car slowly circling in the lot, the engine purring softly. He glanced at Valentina, who stood nearby, her gaze unabashedly locked on Ricardo. Her dark eyes sparkled, and a faint blush warmed her cheeks. Marco exhaled through his nose. Lord help me, he thought.

"Will you stop undressing him in your head?" Marco said sharply, pinching her arm lightly. It only drew a giggle from Valentina.

Valentina straightened and extended her hand, her confidence unshaken. "Hi, I am Valentina Scalese. I’m eighteen years old. Legal age," she said brightly, a subtle challenge hidden beneath her flirtatious grin.

Ricardo arched a brow, his hand rising slowly to take hers. His touch was firm, yet polite, betraying the faintest flicker of amusement at the boldness of this American girl. "I’m Ricardo," he said, eyes briefly studying her posture, her deliberate boldness, the fearless tilt of her chin.

He had heard stories of American women, of their fearless charm and audacious confidence—but to meet it in a girl barely legal was...refreshing.

"Okay, that’s enough!" Marco snapped. He moved swiftly, placing a steady hand on Valentina’s back and guiding her toward the vehicle. She gave him a look of mock indignation, her lips curving into a teasing smile.

Before sliding into the car, she turned her head slightly, letting her long hair cascade over one shoulder, and gave Ricardo a flirty wave. Her smile was audacious, yet there was a playful innocence behind it.

As the car doors closed, Marco exhaled slowly, his muscles finally relaxing. He turned back to find Ricardo, his own lips curling into a ridiculous, self-satisfied smile.

Marco’s gaze sharpened instantly, the edge returning to his tone. "Stay away from her," he warned, his dark eyes locking onto Ricardo’s.

Ricardo walked alongside Marco down the wide hallway of the underground compound. "She your sister?" Ricardo asked casually.

"No," Marco said sharply, keeping his own pace steady.

"Your girl? I mean I won’t judge..." Ricardo teased.

"Shut up!" Marco snapped. "When did you get into town?"

"A few hours ago," Ricardo replied smoothly, his gaze sliding over the hallway. "Nonnina had me brought here immediately."

They approached the doors that led into Luciano’s office. Marco’s hand hovered for a brief moment over the handle. "Wait here," he said, and pushed the door open.

Inside, Luca stood there, pouring a finger of whiskey into a glass. His eyes flicked toward the door as Marco entered. "Has my pizza arrived?" he asked casually, swirling the whiskey.

"You ordered pizza?" Marco asked, arching a brow.

"Yes," Luca replied smoothly. "Have them bring it down when it arrives."

"Of course. But someone is here to see you," Marco said, shifting slightly.

"Who?" Luca asked, setting the glass down.

"Ricardo," Marco replied.

"Ricardo? Nonni’s nephew?"

"Yes..." Marco said, stepping back slightly, giving space for the meeting to unfold.

"Well, I’ll be damned. Bring him in,"

Marco stepped out briefly and returned a moment later with Ricardo, eyes scanning the room. As the door closed behind them, Ricardo’s lips curved into a confident smile.

"Luciano!" Ricardo called out.

"Ricardo! You bastard!" Luciano exclaimed, moving forward. He grabbed Ricardo’s face in his hands. "How didn’t I know you were going to be in town?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise for Nonni," he said. "I told Don to hold off on telling you because I knew you suck at keeping secrets from her."

"Guilty as charged," he admitted. "Father sent you here?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I joined the familia. Yay! Just concluded my initiation." Ricardo said, letting a hint of amusement creep into his voice.

Luca blinked slowly, trying to process the news. "What the fuck is happening with everyone today? I thought you studied medicine."

"Yeah," Ricardo said. "Difficult to get a good job in Vienna unless you are a personal doctor for one of the familias. So, I talked to Don and he thought I might be of better use to you here." His dark eyes flicked briefly to Marco, before returning to Luca, measuring reactions.

"Why here? I don’t understand. I have all the men I need," Luca said.

Ricardo cleared his throat, an acknowledgment of the delicate tension threading the room. "He thought you might need a replacement for Marco."

Luca’s eyes narrowed further. "Why would I need a replacement for him?"

"I don’t know much," he admitted. "But word back at home as soon as your brother came was that Marco betrayed you. Honestly, I am surprised to see him here. Don was of the opinion he would be dead already." He turned briefly to Marco, eyes meeting his with a flicker of teasing caution. "No offense."

(Here’s in advance to 200 power stones because I am going to bed. Got church in the morning. Can’t skip it again this week or I will have the entire congregation coming for a welfare check up. plus, I have a week break off work! yay! I’m a write till I drop! Lol