Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344: I’m Such A Bitch

Marco was painfully hard. Suffering beautifully, punishing himself with restraint he was running out of.

Soon. Soon he was going to have her. And have her, he will.

"I’ll have the guest room ready for you and also deal with..." he gestured his free hand to his still erect cock standing tall beneath the fabric of his trousers. "this problem." He withdrew his fingers slowly, the loss of her already unbearable.

Val nodded. Words were beyond her. She watched him walk away and sat in the wreckage of what had just happened. Her underwear lay on the carpet.

Ricardo’s engagement ring sat on the table. God.

"I’m such a bitch," she whispered.

*****

Don Genovese personally came to the airport. Massimo Genovese did not hand off important things to drivers and bodyguards if there was even the slightest chance he could make an entrance himself. So there he was, one hand buttoning his jacket as he watched the terminal doors.

The moment Carol and Veronica emerged, his posture shifted. Carol came first, elegant as ever, currently distracted by a much more urgent mission.

"Veronica, give me the bag."

"I can carry my own bag."

"You are pregnant."

"I am not disabled."

"You are carrying my grandchild, so at this moment you are a national treasure and therefore not lifting anything heavier than a handbag."

Vee shot her a look. "You are enjoying this way too much."

"I have earned it."

Behind them, the guards had already moved forward, but Massimo raised two fingers toward his men before they could crowd in too quickly. A silent command. Get the bags. Don’t startle the women. Don’t be idiots.

Then he pushed off from the vehicle and strode toward them with that same infuriatingly smug smile Carol hated.

Vee noticed it too and thought, Oh, so Luca got the smug bastard gene naturally. Wonderful.

Massimo stopped in front of Carol first, eyes warming in a way that would have shocked anyone who knew him only as Don Genovese. He leaned in, clearly intending to kiss her.

Carol planted a palm flat against his chest and stopped him cold. "Hold your reins, big guy."

Massimo let out a quiet sigh. "You wound me."

"Not enough."

His mouth twitched, but he let it go. Then he turned to Veronica. "Welcome to Italy," he said. "Officially this time."

Vee huffed. A very deeply unimpressed huff. Veronica had not forgotten their last encounter, and she was not about to pretend otherwise.

Massimo, to his credit, seemed to understand that. "Still angry with me, then."

Vee gave him a flat look. "What gave it away?"

Carol snorted. "On the bad side of the mother of your grandchild already," Carol said, folding her arms as she watched him. "You are a lost cause, Massimo."

Then all at once her eyes widened so much Carol realized, a split second too late, exactly what she had just done.

"Carol!" Vee shrieked. "You were supposed to keep it to yourself!"

Carol winced, though only slightly. "I’m sorry," she said, lifting both hands in surrender. Then she shot Massimo an accusing look. "The idiot just riles me. I cannot keep my mouth shut."

"Grandchild?" Massimo Genovese stared at Veronica, the word itself had struck him across the face. "You... you are..." He could barely force the sentence out.

"Yes," Vee said quickly, lifting both hands. "And would you please keep—"

But it was already too late. Massimo turned so sharply toward his men that even Carol groaned before he opened his mouth.

"We have an heir!" he bellowed.

The men behind him erupted immediately. Clapping. Whistling.

"An heir?" Veronica repeated, whipping around to Carol with wide, horrified eyes. "I don’t—I don’t understand!"

Carol closed her eyes for one brief second, the way a woman did when trying not to commit a felony in public.

Then she turned to Massimo with deadly calm.

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