Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407: I Am Walking

Bianca placed a hand lightly over her chest. "Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we were past the awkward stage."

Vee almost laughed. Awkward stage?

"I’m just trying to be nice, that’s all, Veronica," Bianca added, her tone thick with too much sugar.

Vee inhaled slowly. Oooh, she was good. She stepped closer, ready to exercise the full legal rights of her tongue, mouth, and lungs. If Bianca wanted a scene in a cemetery, Vee could provide one with excellent diction and emotional range.

But before she could speak, Marco appeared between them like a large, inconvenient wall.

"Miss Scalese!" he said.

There was a suspicious lilt in his tone, he had seen the smoke from way inside the car and was there to prevent fire.

Vee turned her head slowly, lips pressed together.

"Miss Vitale," Marco said, turning to Bianca with a polite nod.

Bianca smiled at him.

Marco quickly took Vee’s hand. "I have to make sure you and Valentina are driven back," he said. "Luca and Don seem to have been held hostage by the lieutenants."

Vee glanced across the cemetery. "I’ll wait for him."

Marco’s grip on her hand tightened slightly.

"You and Val can head back," she said. "Tell her to make sure the staff are prepared for the guests."

"Miss Scalese?" Marco held her gaze.

She looked at Marco’s pleading eyes.

"Please?" he said quietly.

Vee inhaled, held it for a second, then released it slowly. There would be a better day to lose her shit. There would be a better place too. Preferably one without a freshly covered grave, half the famiglia watching, and Nonnina’s spirit possibly hovering nearby with a wooden spoon, ready to beat sense into all of them.

Clearly, not today. So Vee turned back to Bianca with her own sugary smile. It was sweet enough to rot teeth.

"I’ll see you back at the house."

Bianca’s smile widened, but her eyes glittered with satisfaction. "Of course. Oh, and once again, this was amazing."

Marco immediately began leading her away. "Walk," he muttered.

"I am walking."

"Walk faster."

"I am wearing heels, Marco. Unless you want me to meet God today too, relax."

He guided her quickly toward his car, where Valentina was already waiting. Vee slid into the car, simmering.

What did Bianca mean by someone who really belonged? She belonged. She belonged just as well as anyone else.

She had stood beside Luca through blood and more emotional damage than most women would tolerate in ten lifetimes. She had earned her place. Luca had chosen her. Nonnina had loved her.

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