Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 394

Chapter 394: I’ve Got You

"Oh, Vee," Val whispered, wrapping both arms around her sister and dragging her close. "I’ve got you. I’ve got you."

Vee collapsed into her, shaking so hard Val had to hold her tighter just to keep her upright. Her hands went to Vee’s hair, her back, her shoulders—anywhere she could touch, anywhere she could remind her sister that she was not alone.

Luca’s arms fell empty. He looked down at them. Then his eyes lifted to Marco. The tears were there. Clear and bright but refusing to fall.

Marco saw what came next. He could see it playing right there in Luca’s eyes before Luca even moved.

He was going for Renato. Marco’s stomach sank. Luca began to walk out.

Marco closed his eyes briefly. "Oh fuck."

Then he hurried after him. Luca needed stopping. And apparently, the universe had decided Marco was the unlucky bastard assigned to stand in his way.

He caught up with Luca near the hospital entrance. The automatic doors slid open, spilling them into the evening air. The sky was darkening, the car park glowing beneath harsh lights. Ambulances sat near the curb, engines humming, paramedics moving in and out.

Luca walked straight toward his car.

Marco quickened his pace. "You cannot do it, Luca."

"Watch me."

Marco stepped in front of him. "Listen to me...Luca—You are not thinking."

Luca finally turned his head, and the look he gave Marco could have frozen blood. "I am thinking very clearly."

"I cannot let you."

Luca would have laughed if his heart was not currently breaking. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys.

Marco moved faster. He stepped past him and planted himself directly in front of the driver’s side door, barricading it with his body.

"Get out of my way," Luca said.

"Let Don decide this," Marco said.

"Marco, get the fuck out of my way."

"Boss, I understand—" He didn’t get to finish.

Luca’s fist came fast. Marco saw the movement a second too late. The punch cracked across his face, knocking him sideways against the car.

"Fuck," Marco spat.

Luca shoved him away from the door and reached for the handle. Marco recovered quickly.

He grabbed Luca by the back of his jacket and yanked him away from the car before he could get in, shoving him hard enough to put space between them. "Luciano, I’m sorry."

Luca turned. The look in his eyes made Marco’s stomach sink. There was nothing human in it. No friend. No brother. Just a man whose grief had found the nearest body and decided to put a hole through it. Luca came at him in pure flying rage.

Luca swung again. Marco ducked. Luca answered with an uppercut that landed. Marco staggered back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Right. We’re doing this like animals. Fantastic. Luca lunged again.

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