Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154: Stay With Me

"Hey... hey, stay with me."

No response.

Marco swore under his breath and pressed his fingers against the side of her neck, checking the pulse.

Still there.

Weak, but there.

"Come on, Miss Scalese," he muttered. "Don’t do this to me."

Because the first rule here was simple.

She had to stay conscious.

If she slipped too far into shock while he was digging that bullet out...

He exhaled slowly. Marco shook her shoulder a little harder this time. "Veronica," he said firmly. "Wake up."

Because the next few minutes were going to be hell for both of them.

"Luca?" she whispered.

Even half-conscious and drowning in pain, that was the man she called for.

"Its me Marco," he said quickly, leaning closer so she could focus on his voice instead of the dizziness threatening to pull her under. "Listen. This is going to hurt a lot but I have to do this, okay?" Marco reached toward the glovebox and pulled out a bottle of alcohol he kept there. He poured the alcohol over his fingers.

Then he reached toward her thigh.

The blood had soaked through her clothes completely now, warm and sticky against his hands. Marco clenched his jaw and pushed his fingers into the wound.

The scream that tore out of Veronica was frightening.

Her back arched violently against the seat as the pain exploded through her body. Her vision burst into white stars. She couldn’t even breathe. The agony was so intense it felt like her bones had been set on fire. Her head throbbed. Her ears rang.

"Jesus..." Marco muttered under his breath, working quickly. His fingers searched through the torn flesh carefully, ignoring the way her blood coated his skin. "Its alright, almost there..." he kept soothing. "Almost there Miss Scalese. I got you."

Veronica barely heard him.

The pain had swallowed everything else.

Her fingers clawed weakly at the seat beneath her as her body trembled violently.

"Almost there," Marco repeated again.

And then—

His fingers hit metal.

"There you are," he muttered.

With one final careful motion, he dug the bullet out.

Marco pulled his hand back, the small bloody slug resting between his fingers.

His hands were soaked now.

Veronica’s blood dripped onto the floor mat as he stared at it for a brief second, relief washing through him.

"Got it." He slipped the bullet into his pocket without another thought.

Marco grabbed the bandage kit quickly, pressing gauze tightly against the wound to slow the bleeding before sliding out of the car.

The back door shut behind him.

Then he ran around to the driver’s seat and started the engine.

The car roared to life.

Marco sped out of the compound and toward the hospital.

Inside the back seat, Veronica had finally lost consciousness again.

Her body had simply given up.

*****

By the time Don Genovese and Julian returned to Luca’s mansion, the house had returned to its usual eerie calm.

If someone had arrived without knowing what had happened earlier, they would have thought it was just another evening in the home of one of New York’s most powerful men.

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