Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 399

Chapter 399: I’ll Send Your Sister In

For a moment, he just stood there. Slippers, stretchy pants, T-shirt as if they were checking out of a hotel after bad service.

Luca stared at her, trying to understand the woman in front of him. It seemed like he had brought one woman into this hospital and somewhere between, there had been some kind of character switch. Because this woman wasn’t Veronica.

His Veronica was strong, yes. No doubt about it. She had a spine made of steel and a mouth sharp enough to draw blood. But she also carried too much love inside her. Too much emotion. Too much softness beneath all that fire. It was unthinkable that she would feel nothing after losing a child. Their child.

"I’ll send your sister in," he said quietly.

"Okay."

Luca held her gaze a moment longer, his jaw tight, then turned and walked out. Vee exhaled.

The sound trembled on its way out. She pressed her lips together, forcing herself to stay still, to keep her hands folded neatly in her lap, to not curl into herself and scream until the walls cracked.

Pretending was harder than she thought. Pretending she hadn’t just lost a piece of herself.

A piece of him. A piece of them.

She shut her eyes quickly, breathing through the sharp pain that rose in her chest. No. This was not the time to wallow.

Nonnina was gone. Her body was still in this hospital, waiting to be taken back to Italy. Luca was barely holding himself together.

They had to concentrate on taking care of Nonnina. Arrangements had to be made. Vee refused to become another burden.

She refused to be the fragile thing in the corner while someone dear to all of them had just died.

So she wiped at her cheeks before the tears could fall properly, straightened her shoulders, and looked toward the door.

When Val came in, Vee did her very best to keep everything trapped inside her. She sat upright on the hospital bed, hands folded neatly over the thin blanket.

Her eyes dropped, just for a second, to her sister’s protruding belly. The shame hit immediately.

Had she really gotten to the stage where she would be envious of her own sister? Val, who had done nothing wrong. Val, who looked terrified and exhausted, eyes already wet before she crossed the room.

Vee hated herself for the flicker of jealousy. It was not Val’s fault that her baby was still there.

It was not Val’s fault that Vee’s was gone. Still, the sight hurt. God, it hurt.

"Vee..." Val breathed. She hurried forward and reached for her immediately, wrapping both arms around her. "I’m so sorry, sis."

Vee stiffened for half a second before allowing the hug. Then she pulled herself back together and eased away first. "It’s alright," she said.

Val stared at her. It was very clearly not alright.

Vee forced a small smile. "I don’t really want to talk about it."

"Okay," Val said quickly.

"I’m sorry everything is just a bit too much." Vee looked down at the blanket, smoothing an invisible wrinkle. "You shouldn’t be going through this much stress."

Val blinked at her, almost offended. "I should be worried about you, not the other way around."

"That’s exactly what I don’t want, actually."

Val paused. The chill in her sister’s voice made her wary. This controlled, distant version of Vee felt wrong.

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