Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397: Talk To Me

Luca held her close. Recovery from Nonnina would take a while. No. That was a lie. It would take forever.

And he would not heal—could not even imagine healing—until he put a bullet into Renato’s brain.

It took a long while before sleep found him. Even then, it was thin and restless. Sometime later, he felt Veronica shaking him awake.

"Luca..."

His eyes flew open instantly. "Vee?"

Her face hovered above his in the dark. "Wake up... something’s wrong."

He sat up immediately. "What?"

"I don’t know," Vee whispered, one hand pressed to her lower stomach. "I just feel a bit of pain in my stomach."

Luca was fully awake now. He glanced toward the window. Outside, the sky was still dark, caught in that thin hour right before dawn when the world looked too quiet to be trusted. "Come on," he said, throwing the covers off. "I’ll get you to the hospital." He jumped off the bed and came around to her side, careful but urgent as he helped her sit up. Vee winced slightly, and the sound went through him.

"Easy, bambola. Easy."

"I’m okay," she said automatically.

He switched on the lights. Warm gold flooded the room. Her robe lay across the sofa. Her slippers sat near a half-open suitcase.

Luca grabbed her robe quickly and returned to her. "Arms," he murmured.

Vee lifted them weakly, and he helped her into it with hands that were steady only because he forced them to be.

As he adjusted the robe around her shoulders, his eyes caught something on the bed. Bright red against the sheets.

Blood.

Luca could not breathe. His gaze snapped back to her face, panic breaking through. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Vee frowned, confused by the sudden change in him. "No, just the pain."

His eyes moved quickly over her, searching, terrified of what he might find. Then he saw the trace of blood running down her leg. "God, no."

Vee’s eyes followed his. She looked down. The colour drained from her face. A small gasp escaped her, and when she looked back up at him, panic had fully entered her eyes. "Luca..." she cried.

He stepped in immediately, cupping her face with both hands, forcing his own fear down because hers was already too much. "It’s okay... it’s okay..." His voice shook, but he kept it gentle. "I’ll get you to the hospital. It’s alright, okay? Don’t panic." He pulled the door open, grabbed his car keys and scooped her into his arms.

Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, one hand pressed against her stomach as he carried her out of the room and down the hallway. The house was still wrapped in pre-dawn silence.

Within minutes, Luca had her in the car. The city outside was dark and empty, streets washed in grey-blue shadow, traffic lights blinking over deserted roads.

"Talk to me." Luca said.

"About what?"

"Anything."

She swallowed. "Your driving is terrible?"

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