Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340: It’s Kind Of Depressing

"They are all well," Carol said. "They went home to get some much needed rest. You gave them all quite the fright."

"Yeah... that sounds about right."

Time passed—seconds, maybe minutes—before Carol shifted in her seat, crossing her legs as she glanced toward Veronica again.

"I guess I should congratulate you," she said, her tone thoughtful.

Veronica’s lips twitched faintly. "That’s usually how this works."

"But then," Carol continued, ignoring that, "when I think about the fact that I’m going to be a grandmother..." She paused, "...it’s kind of depressing."

"That’s not a great start to being a grandmother."

"Yeah, I know," Carol admitted. "It tells me I am growing older. Time is moving," she continued, her gaze drifting slightly, no longer fully in the room. "And yet... I have put half my life on pause. Leaving my family," Carol said quietly. "My sons. Just to get away from all of this..."

Her lips pressed together for a brief moment. "And yet," she finished, her eyes returning to Veronica, "here I am. Right back where it all started."

"You regret leaving."

"Sometimes," Carol admitted after a pause. "Yes. Sometimes I think I should have fought harder... stayed... burned the whole damn thing down if I had to. Like you are doing now."

Veronica let out a small breath. "This mess is my fault."

Carol’s eyes sharpened immediately. "And thinking like that," she said firmly, "is not going to help you stay ahead of your enemies. You don’t get the luxury of guilt," she continued. "Not in this life...Get some rest," Carol added, standing now. "You’ll need it."

Veronica frowned slightly, confusion flickering across her face. "Why?"

Carol turned toward her, already halfway to the door. "I’ll call Massimo and tell him you’re ready."

"For what?"

Carol paused, glancing back over her shoulder. "You’re going to Italy, my dear," she said. "Luca is waiting for you."

Veronica smiled. "Would you not tell anyone about this yet?" she asked, her hand unconsciously drifting toward her stomach again. "I want him to hear it from me."

"Of course."

*****

Marco rolled his shoulders slightly as he walked through the corridor. The past few days and also making sure Veronica got on that flight safely made him truly weary.

At least she was on her way. At least Luca would see her and know she is okay so he can focus on his recovery.

Marco let out a slow breath as he loosened his collar, already thinking about his bed. Sleep. Actual, uninterrupted sleep. The kind he hadn’t had in days.

"Sir?"

Marco barely suppressed a groan as one of the staff approached him. "What is it?" he asked.

"There is someone here to see you."

Marco frowned slightly. "At this hour?"

"Yes, sir."

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