Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436: Let Me Handle This

He was supposed to be inside. He was supposed to be beside Marco, watching the man who had stood with him through everything finally take something good for himself. He was supposed to hear the vows. He was supposed to be with his family.

Instead, he was outside at the gate, waiting for Voss to make a stupid move. And God help him, a small part of him wanted the man to try.

The patrol car arrived. Two officers stepped out and immediately took in the scene: the church, the gathered Genovese guards, the line of black cars, Voss red-faced beside his vehicle, and Luca standing like a grenade that needed the pin pulled.

Their enthusiasm died quickly. Voss spoke to them in low, urgent tones, pointing toward the church.

No one wanted to take Luca on. Besides, the church was filled with members of the famiglia. Men who had left their weapons in places where God might not see, but could still reach them fast enough if needed. Luca had an army, and everyone present knew he was not afraid to use it.

Minutes crawled. Then one of Luca’s men approached from the church steps and gave a small nod.

The vows were done. Marco and Val were married. Only then did Luca’s stance loosen. Enough for the worst edge of violence to lower from his shoulders.

He turned from Voss and headed back toward the church entrance, ready to reclaim what remained of the day.

Veronica was already hurrying outside. "Luca! Luca..." She hurried down the church steps, one hand lifting the hem of her dress so she wouldn’t trip. Her face was calm enough for anyone else, but Luca saw past it immediately. He saw the tightness at her mouth, the sharp scan of her eyes, the way her fingers flexed.

"What’s going on?" she asked.

Luca stepped toward her at once, blocking her view of the gate with his body. "Go back inside."

"Don’t. What is going on?"

The church doors behind her were still open, and from inside came the muffled sound of applause, soft laughter, the rustle of people rising. Marco and Val were married. That was the only good thing about this nightmare.

Luca exhaled. "Voss wants to place you both under arrest."

"What?"

"I don’t know why. I just stalled until the vows were done."

"Me and Val?"

"Yeah."

The colour shifted in her face.

Luca touched her arm. "I need Marco to make some calls to keep that from happening."

"No," she said quickly. "Wait. Just let me talk to Voss."

"Absolutely fucking not."

"Let me handle this."

"Do you hear yourself?"

"Luca, listen to me."

"I am listening. I hate everything I’m hearing."

She stepped closer, lowering her voice. "It doesn’t have to escalate. And if you keep looking like you’re about to burn down the churchyard, it will get worse."

Luca’s jaw locked. One wrong move, and the wedding would become a war story.

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