Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411: You Look Pale

Then her eyes dropped to the bloody floor again. The smile died halfway. Val stared at it, and her stomach turned.

It could have been Veronica’s blood there. Couldn’t it? If Luca had been a second slower. If the guard had fired first. If one tiny thing had gone differently, her sister might have been the one on the ground while everyone screamed around her.

Val turned around and found Marco walking toward her. His expression changed the moment he saw her face.

"Hey," he said, closing the distance quickly. "Are you alright? You look pale."

Val forced herself to blink, to breathe, to not stare at the blood again. "Yeah," she said. "I just..." She swallowed. "It’s been a long day."

Marco looked unconvinced. "Come on," he said gently. "I’ll escort you to the bedroom."

"No." She shook her head. "You finish up here. I’ll be fine. Don Genovese may need you."

"Are you sure you are okay, Val?"

"I promise, I am fine," Val said. She forced a small smile anyway. "Just... rattled."

That, at least, was true. She was rattled by the blood on the floor. By the guns.

"I’m sorry about everything."

Val shook her head. "You shouldn’t be sorry. You didn’t do anything."

Before he could respond, she turned and walked away, one hand resting against her belly, her steps slower than usual.

Marco watched her go with a worried look. Val wasn’t usually like this. She was easily excitable, quick to laugh, quick to talk, quick to fill a room with emotion whether the room asked for it or not. Even when she was angry, there was fire in it. This quiet version of her felt wrong. He looked across the hall.

Massimo stood near the centre of the hall. Marco walked over to him.

"Don?"

Massimo turned slightly. "Yeah, Marco."

Marco lowered his voice. "I worry, Don. Do you think Don Vitale sincerely accepted your apology?"

Massimo made a dismissive sound. "Ugh, he’ll get over it."

Marco’s brows lifted slightly.

"This is not enough to ruin our friendship," Massimo added.

Marco truly wasn’t sure about that. He had seen the first look on Enzo’s face when everything went to shit. The shock. The humiliation. The anger.

And Marco wasn’t entirely sure Enzo would accept that his daughter was at fault again. He truly wished everyone around him would stop acting based on emotions alone.