All Chapters of Undercover with the Mafia Don: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LUCA’S POV“She’s pretty, son. What do you think?” My uncle’s voice sounded enigmatic as he spoke, staring in Martha’s direction. His eyes were hooded.“Uncle, you know I don’t care. I just want to be made the head of the clan, and she can go to hades,” I interjected. Knowing my uncle, I could tell there was meaning behind his words. “I can’t get attached. So much is at stake.”He nodded sharply, turning in my direction. “The Russians are here. I hear Ivanov is about to strike an alliance with the Pushers.” His drink swirled in his cup, and she moved his hand in a circular fashion. “Diego was quite brutal in his revenge the other day. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was impulsive. Ivanov will definitely be out for revenge. I think you should keep your eyes on your fiancée, son.”I nodded repeatedly at his words. After the Russians had delayed our shipments, Diego had dealt with them, sending the bodies of over ten men back to Ivanov as a revenge gift. I’d give him some credit for

I watched Luca's back as he disappeared down the hallways once we got to the mansion. A breath escaped my lips. He had not mentioned anything about seeing me fighting, but then he had not spoken a word to me either."Where do you think you're going?" Hugo's voice drew me out of my reverie. I realised that I had been walking in the direction Luca had gone.I blew out a breath. "I got carried away. It's not like I could do anything dangerous either."Hugo didn't look convinced, but either way, he dragged me all the way to my room, and once again, I was locked in.As I stripped myself of my clothes and wiped off makeup, I couldn't help but wonder why Luca had killed the Russion in front of me. Hadn't he gotten married to me to have me die instead of his precious lady?The way he had saved me, for lack of better words, left an unwavering glint of hope in a tiny part of my heart. Perhaps Rosa had lied. She was probably just some jealous lady

I tossed and turned in bed as Trevor's words continually rang in my head. "I knew it was a death mission sending a junior agent on such a mission." It stabbed me like a sword to my heart. Who did he think he was? Yes, he probably had more experience with missions like this, and he probably was an intelligent spy and a good mole. And yes, maybe he was a good kisser, but that was not enough for him to undermine me. 'I would prove him wrong,' I vowed, rolling over for the umpteenth time. When the door to the room swung open, I trembled slightly. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Luca. His coldness was strong enough to be sensed by even a dead person. I shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep. When the bed dipped beside me, I felt my heart race. Was he going to force himself on me as he had done with Sofia? He did say he wasn't going to touch me after all. W

Rosa slowly put her hands down and smiled provocatively at him. Her red lips glistened in the light as she shoved me away and sashayed towards him. "Darling," she cooed, wrapping her arms around him. Tears started rolling down her cheeks so fast I wondered if there were cameras around. Who the hell was she acting for? She deserved a freaking Oscar! "What's the matter, Rosa?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her too. I felt so invisible, but I guessed that was not a bad thing. "It's my boyfriend. Can you imagine that Rico cheated on me with another girl? I caught him in bed with a blonde stripper today," she sobbed, buring her face in his chest. His face hardened as he patted her back and spat out some words in Spanish. My heart skipped a beat at the murderous glint in his eyes. He pulled her aside and stared into her eyes. "I'll kill him." She gasped and shook her head, caressing his cheeks. "No, darling. P

"Umm... We are going to be late for dinner, Luca," I mumbled when my back hit the wall, and he still kept walking towards me. "What are you doing?" I asked as he leaned closer, closing the space between us. My heart was about to beat out of my chest. His hands, however, just stretched out and tugged at my hair band. I gasped as I felt all my hard work of putting my long mass of hair into a good bun flush down the drain. My hair bounced on my shoulders. "Brush it and leave it down!" He ordered, tossing me a brush and walking away. I let out a breath I didn't realise I had been holding and did as he instructed, wondering how I'd eat with my hair down. The dinner was held in a very exquisite restaurant. I watched as the waiters came around to ask us what we would be getting. Everyone placed their orders, but I was a bit lost. This was my first time in a Spanish restaurant and I had never seen such a strange me