Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: I’ll Do It

"I’ll do it," Luca finished.

Massimo opened his eyes again, the faintest flicker of pain breaking through his expression. "I have to," he said. "Only I deserve to carry that burden."

Luca let out a huff. "He is your son."

"And he is your brother," Massimo replied immediately.

Luca’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze hardening despite the exhaustion weighing on him. "Julian has never been a brother to me," he said flatly. "I’ll do it."

Massimo shook his head slowly, once, the decision already made long before this conversation. "No," he said. "It has to be me. I am the Genovese Don," he continued. "Weakness will not be tolerated."

There was no point pushing further. They were the same in that way.

"When you are done questioning him," Massimo added, his tone controlled, "I will do what needs to be done."

Then, almost as an afterthought...

"In the meantime," he said, "I have sent for Bianca to come back to Italy."

*****

Veronica’s eyes fluttered open slowly, her vision blurred at the edges as the harsh white ceiling came into focus. She didn’t move.

Then it all came rushing back. The fear. The chaos. The exhaustion that had swallowed her whole.

Her gaze shifted—and landed on a woman sitting quietly beside her bed. Veronica shot upright so fast the world spun violently around her. The IV line tugged painfully at her hand before slipping loose entirely, the needle pulling free as the drip stand rattled beside her.

"Fuck—" she gasped, clutching her hand as her heart began to pound. "Who are you?" she demanded. "What do you want?"

"Good," Carol said calmly, crossing one leg over the other as she regarded Veronica with interest. "You’ve learned to be paranoid. Very good progress."

Veronica blinked at her, momentarily thrown off by the response. "You didn’t answer my question," she shot back.

Carol sighed lightly. "Relax," she said, her tone smooth. "I’m Carol. Luca’s mother." She tilted her head slightly, her brow lifting just enough to make the next part sting a little. "You know Luca, the man you’re sleeping with?"

"Oh."

That explained... a lot.

Her shoulders dropped slightly, the tension draining out of her in uneven waves as embarrassment rushed in to replace it. "I’m—I’m sorry," she stammered. "It’s just... it’s been the worst couple of days."

Carol said nothing, just watched her.

Veronica swallowed, forcing herself to breathe properly again. "I’m sorry," she repeated. "It’s nice to finally meet you."

"Lie back," Carol said, gesturing toward the bed with a small nod. "You’ve just yanked out your drip. I’ll get a doctor."

Veronica glanced at the IV line dangling uselessly beside her, then back at Carol. The adrenaline was fading now, leaving her feeling lightheaded and painfully aware of how weak her body actually was. "Wait!" she called out.

Carol paused. Veronica swallowed hard, the question clawing its way up her throat but refusing to come out cleanly.

"Is... is..." she started, then stopped, her lips parting as she struggled to say it without sounding as terrified as she felt. Her fingers tightened slightly against the bedsheets. "Is Luca okay?"

Carol smiled. "Yes," she said simply. "He is fine."

Carol watched her closely. Young love. It always looked the same. And the girl... she was holding on better than expected. Stronger than she had given her credit for. "I’ll get a doctor," she said, already stepping out of the room. Carol returned with a nurse who cleaned Veronica’s hand before sliding the needle back into place.

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