Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346: I Think I Prefer Regina

"I’m going to go spend time with your father," she announced.

Luca blinked. "What?"

"Yes. Your father. The same terrifying man is now, apparently, obsessed with me. Turns out," she continued, with the smugness of someone who had discovered a new weapon and intended to use it irresponsibly, "I am his la mia piccola regina." She said with a weird lilt to it.

Luca frowned faintly. "That is not even properly—"

"Do not ruin this for me too," she snapped.

He shut up immediately.

"Anyway," she continued, "I’m going to go and be treated exactly like that while you lie here and suffer for what you just did."

"Haven’t I suffered enough?" He tried to take another step toward her.

It was a mistake. Pain shot through him so sharply his face tightened at once, and he had to catch himself on the bedrail.

She gasped in outrage. "Get your ass back in bed!"

Luca straightened with visible effort, one hand pressed to his side now, breathing a little harder. He still had the nerve to look at her like he could charm his way out of this. "Bambola..."

"I think I prefer Regina," she shot back, and then she walked out of the room.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" he muttered to no one.

It was an honest question. Because truly, only Luca Genovese could find out the woman he loved was pregnant, and then somehow still manage to ruin the moment with the timing of an absolute idiot.

His cheek still held the memory of Veronica’s slap, and frankly, he deserved a second one. He barely had time to wallow in that thought before the door opened again.

Carol stepped in and the look on her face could have frozen balls. Luca didn’t even bother pretending not to notice.

"Mum..."

She stood there, taking in the scene: her son half-upright in bed, one IV line messed with, a face full of regret. "First of all," she said, advancing into the room, "you are a fool."

Luca let out a tired sigh. "I know."

"No, I don’t think you do."

"I do."

And then, because she was still his mother no matter how sharp her tongue got, Carol crossed the remaining distance and wrapped her arms around him.

"Ooooh," Carol breathed, holding him tightly, all her anger dissolving into relief the moment she actually touched him. "I’m so glad you’re okay."

He closed his eyes briefly, leaning into the hug. "Really?" he muttered. "Because right now I’m wishing I died. She’s going to hold this over my head for my entire existence."

"As she should."

"Mum."

"I raise no objections to whatever hell she sets up for you."

"That is incredibly unsupportive."

Carol sniffed. "If anything, you got off lightly."

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