Undressed By The Mafia God

David unfolded a tripod beside the table, adjusted its legs, and attached a camera. He checked the angle, glanced toward Luca, then toward Veronica, ensuring both would fit inside the frame.

"Of course, I should have known it was so simple. I’ll just kill him, shall I? Gee... why didn’t I think of that?" Veronica drawled. "What do you think I have been trying to do all this time?" She understood that he was trying to keep her calm, to remind her that she was not helpless.

David finished setting up the camera. He stepped back to inspect the frame, adjusted it slightly, then reached toward the table and picked up a knife.

The humour vanished from Luca’s eyes. David held Luca’s gaze, searching past the arrogance, the contempt, and the murderous patience. For the first time since Luca had entered the warehouse, David found what he had been waiting for.

Panic.

It appeared only briefly—a flash of raw terror when Luca’s eyes dropped to the blade and then moved toward Veronica—but it was enough.

David smiled. The great Luciano Genovese, feared across cities, finally looking like a man who understood that power meant nothing when the person he loved was beyond his reach. He turned and walked toward Vee.

"David?" Luca called. His voice remained controlled, but Veronica heard the strain beneath it. The slight roughness. The effort it took not to pull at his restraints until his wrists broke. "You don’t have to do this," Luca continued. "Your beef is with me, David." He leaned forward as far as the metal bar allowed, his entire body tense. "All you have to do is let her walk out of here, and you can do whatever you want with me."

"How sweet," Vee said, rolling her eyes. "Let her walk out of here like a fucking damsel in distress and let the men handle it?"

Luca turned his head sharply. "Vee."

"What?" she demanded. "You expect me to skip out while you stay here and let this lunatic carve you up for entertainment?"

"This is not the time."

"Oh, I’m sorry. Should I schedule my objection for later?"

David looked between them, momentarily robbed of the dramatic silence he had clearly planned. He had prepared everything, the least they could have done was respect the atmosphere.

"Will you fucking shut up?" Luca snapped. "I’m trying to keep the maniac from hurting you."

Veronica’s eyes narrowed. "And I’m trying to keep the maniac from killing you."

"I can handle myself."

"You are chained to a fucking wall."

"A temporary inconvenience."

"Oh, of course. My mistake. Very fashionable, those cuffs."

"Will you stop being a bitch for five seconds!"

David looked at Luca with sudden offence. "Don’t talk to her like that?"

"You think you can just waltz in here and demand to save me, making me look inconsequential?" Veronica snapped. "I have been here for days already. Am I dead yet? Is that my body you see lying on the floor over there?" She kept her attention fixed on Luca, ignoring both the knife in David’s hand and David himself.

That was the point. Luca had not insulted her because he believed any of it. He was speaking in riddles beneath the anger, trying to tell her something without allowing their captor to understand. Unfortunately, subtle communication had never been their greatest marital talent. Ordinarily, they preferred shouting, and the occasional destruction of expensive furniture.

"You know what?" Luca snarled. "I think you want him to fuck you!"

Veronica’s eyes widened. "What the fuck?!" she shouted. "Are you insane?" She stared at him, forcing herself not to glance toward David. The accusation was cruel, and so unlike Luca that its meaning became clear instantly.

He needed David furious. More importantly, he needed her to remember something. "You’ve been here five days, only in cuffs!" Luca continued, his face twisted with convincing rage. "Have I taught you nothing? Are you truly that daft?"

Cuffs.

Her pulse jumped. Apparently, matrimony had reached the stage where her husband expected her to dislocate a joint. Romance was not dead.

"I said stop talking to her like that!" David roared. He spun away from Veronica and crossed the distance between them.

Luca barely had time to brace before David drove the knife into his arm. The blade sank through fabric and flesh. His entire body jerked against the restraints. His jaw clenched hard, the muscles stood out along his face, but only a broken grunt escaped him. Blood immediately darkened his sleeve, spreading around the buried steel.

Veronica screamed and David smiled, clearly believing her horror belonged entirely to Luca’s suffering. He twisted the blade slightly, watching Luca’s face with sick fascination, desperate to drag more pain from him.

Veronica’s scream had not only been for Luca. It had been for herself. Luca had given her the answer.

Get out of the cuffs.

While David’s attention had remained fixed on Luca, giving her the first useful distraction. She had positioned her thumb against the hard metal and pushed.

Pain shot through her hand, but the joint refused to move. Her thumb slipped from the edge, and the cuff rattled loudly.

It didn’t work. She needed another try, another distraction. Luca fixed David with a murderous glare.

The pain in his arm was vicious, but it did not matter. His plan was working. David’s attention was exactly where Luca needed it—on him, not on Veronica.

"I don’t know what she or my sister ever saw in you," David said, staring into his eyes. "But it doesn’t matter. I’m going to have you buried beside her."

"Your sister was a piece of trash," Luca said. "She is my one regret. My greatest mistake. Even in death, she still repulses me."

Across the room, Veronica caught the purpose behind Luca’s cruelty. He was feeding David exactly what he needed. Every insult bought her another second.

"Yeah, keep talking," Veronica snapped, forcing irritation into her voice while her bound hand shifted against the edge of the desk. "Get him even madder. Do you have any sense at all?"

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