Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396: Do Defend Your Fighting Skills

Marco saw her first and slowed. "Oh no," he muttered.

Luca barely glanced up. Valentina stepped forward.

"Have you no sense?!" she descended on them both.

Marco opened his mouth. "Val—"

"Shut up."

He shut up.

"One minute after Nonnina dies," she snapped, pointing between them, "one minute!...and you both decide the best way to honour her memory is to act like animals for the whole world to see?"

Neither man answered. They stood there with their hands in their pockets, clothes rumpled, bodies bruised, faces a mess. Luca had dried blood near his mouth. Marco’s cheek was swelling badly, one eye beginning to darken.

Valentina moved from one man to the other, voice rising with every word. "At a hospital? Really?"

Under normal circumstances, it would have been a funny sight. With her visibly pregnant stomach, Valentina looked quite small compared to the two of them, and yet she spoke as if she had birthed both men, raised them badly, and was now deeply disappointed in the results.

And something about it seemed familiar. It was as if Nonnina had taken over Valentina to speak her mind.

"Fighting like a bunch of knuckleheads who have no idea what to do with their time," Valentina went on, pacing in front of them. "What exactly were you showing off?" she demanded. "Your useless muscles or your half-baked fighting skills?"

Luca’s head snapped slightly in offence. "Half—"

Marco’s elbow landed sharply against his ribs. Luca stopped, glared at him, then wisely closed his mouth.

Valentina caught it anyway. "Oh, please. Do defend your fighting skills, Luca. I am dying to hear how impressive you think you looked being handcuffed in a hospital car park like a drunk idiot."

Marco’s lips twitched. Valentina’s eyes cut to him. The twitch died instantly.

"And you!" she said, turning an accusing finger to Marco. "When were you ever going to tell me something was wrong?"

Luca cleared his throat. "Bye," he said.

Then he turned and hurried away. Marco stared after the coward in disbelief. He turned back to her with a groan, dragging a hand down his bruised face. "I told you, there are things I cannot tell you."

"Fuck that shit! Vee is my sister," Val snapped. "I want to know whatever causes her distress, you stupid big baby!"

"Val?"

"No. No!" She pointed at him again, and somehow, despite being smaller than him by a ridiculous margin, she managed to make him take a step back. "How many times do I have to emphasise it? We only have each other. It has always been me and her. Before all of this. Before Luca. Before you."

Valentina’s eyes shone, but she refused to cry. "So when something happens to her, I want to know. When she is in danger, I want to know." She took a breath, shaky but fierce.