Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 439

Chapter 439: Inferi Was A Parasite

"Inferi was a parasite." Vee said.

"And dead parasites still get avenged in this city."

Vee’s eyes flashed. "You don’t even care whether I did it. You care about Luca."

Voss held her gaze.

"You see every door and hope it leads to him."

Voss’s face tightened, but he did not deny it. "Someone is going down for these murders," he said. "And it is going to be either you or your sister."

The table jolted as Vee’s hands slammed against it.

"Leave Valentina out of this!"

"I have to do my job." He leaned closer, voice low. "And you have the opportunity to put Luca where he belongs."

Vee went very still.

"In prison. For life."

"You think I’d betray him to save myself?" she asked quietly.

"Its him or you or your sister."

Her eyes turned deadly.

"Think about it."

"Once," Voss said, "you had a simple life. Think back," he continued. "Think back to when everything changed. It started with Luca, didn’t it?"

She lifted her eyes then. "You should consider therapy. Your obsession with him is beginning to look romantic."

Voss ignored the jab. "He might give you the world, Miss Scalese. Money. Power. Protection. But you will never have peace. This will be your life," Voss said, leaning forward. "You will take falls. You will go to prison. You will always be afraid. You will always be looking over your shoulder, wondering which enemy is coming next. And one day soon, you will die."

"And Luca?" Voss gave a cold little shrug. "He will move on. Then he will find the next thing in a skirt to fuck. Just like that, you will be forgotten. Is that truly what you want?" Voss asked.

Vee sat back slowly. "You are not meant to be asking me questions, Detective."

A muscle flickered in his jaw. "Well," he said, straightening, "your boyfriend is taking too long."

"Fiancé," she corrected again.

"Would you like anything while we wait? Water? Soda?"

Vee turned her face away and ignored him. Five more minutes passed. Five minutes of the clock ticking, and Voss pretending he was not desperate to break her before Luca arrived.

Then the interrogation-room door opened. A tall, well-dressed man stepped in. Dark tailored suit, polished shoes, expensive watch, nice hair.

Vee looked up.

"Hello, Detective," he said smoothly. "My name is Dorian Heathcliffe of Heathcliffe and Associates. I am here to represent Miss Veronica Scalese, and I do not appreciate you being alone with my client. What evidence do you have to hold her here, Detective?"

"Wow," Voss drawled. "You’re on fire. What? Is this your first case?"

"I will ask for your professionalism, Detective," Dorian said. "I will not stand for anything else." Dorian’s voice was smooth, expensive. A voice that had probably told prosecutors to go to hell without ever raising its volume. He looked young enough that Voss could mock him, but not inexperienced enough for the mockery to land.

"Fine," Voss said. "We have held suspects for lesser evidence."

"Not happening," Voss said. "I am scheduling her for arraignment." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

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