Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Think About It

Vee took one step toward the door.

"Miss Scalese?" Voss called.

She paused, but did not turn.

"Think about it..."

Dorian turned around first. "Whatever you need to say to my client," he said, "direct it to me." He stepped closer. "You will not speak to her, look at her, imply things to her, threaten her or attempt to pressure her into a statement without me having a say about it. Am I understood?"

Vee walked past both men. Dorian followed behind her, opening the interrogation-room door. The hallway outside was busy, but conversations dipped as she passed.

Wonderful.

She had gone from wedding guest to murder suspect in under an hour. Truly, her life had range.

Dorian fell into step beside her. "Mr. Genovese is outside waiting for you. I didn’t want him to come in. He looked one second away from mass murder."

Vee smiled.

"I thought it best not to test his self-control inside a police station."

"Very wise."

"Also, for the record, Detective Voss is reckless, but not stupid. He knows this case is weak. He was fishing."

"I know."

"Good. Then you also know not to speak to him again without me present."

"Thank you," Vee said quietly.

They reached the front exit. Before stepping outside, Vee caught her reflection in the glass door. Her hair was still pinned. Her makeup had held better than expected. The dress was wrinkled slightly from the interrogation chair, but still elegant enough.

Good.

She could still go back to a wedding. She pushed the door open and stepped outside. Luca spotted her immediately.

He had been standing near the car, but the moment she appeared, everyone else ceased to exist. He walked toward her fast, grabbed her into his arms.

Vee’s breath left her as his arms closed around her. His heart was thumping hard against her cheek, wild beneath the suit.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I’m fine, Luca," Vee assured him.

The words did not seem to reach him immediately. Luca held her. His hand was at the back of her head, fingers buried in her pinned hair, the other arm locked around her waist. She could feel the hard thud of his heart against her, fast and furious.

Then his mouth found hers. He kissed her like he needed to breathe her in, like the sight of her walking out of that precinct had not been enough proof that she was truly there.

Vee softened into him for a moment, letting him take what he needed. Then she pulled away gently, cupping his face.

His eyes were wild.

"Calm down, love," she whispered. "I’m fine."

His body was still shaking beneath her hands, all that controlled violence trying to find somewhere to go.

"Luca," she said again, firmer this time. "Look at me. I’m here."

"Mr. Genovese..." Dorian called.

Luca’s hand stayed at Vee’s waist as he turned, still not letting her go. "Mr. Heathcliffe."

"I will be taking my leave," Dorian said. "But I will advise that you both, and anyone attached to you, do not speak with the police without me present. Pass this across clearly. No statements. No emotional outbursts."

Vee’s eyes flicked to Luca.

Luca looked mildly offended. "Why are you looking at me?"

"Emotional outburst sounds like your department."

"Of course, Mr. Heathcliffe," Luca turned back to Dorian. "Thank you. My regards to your father, and would you thank Mr. Kane for me."

"Of course."

Dorian gave Vee a slight nod. "Miss Scalese."

"Thank you," she said.

He walked away, his expensive shoes clicking against the pavement.

Vee turned back to Luca. "Mr. Kane?"

"Yeah," Luca said, opening the car door for her but not moving until she was safely between him and the vehicle. "I only know lawyers in the famiglia and those who owe me a debt. I wanted someone outside my scope but still deadly. I went to Mr. Kane for help again."

"I admit, he was brutal," Vee said.

Luca’s mouth curved with satisfaction. "He comes from a long line of lawyers. It’s in his DNA."

Vee gathered her dress carefully so it did not catch in the door. Her wrists still carried faint red marks from the cuffs, and Luca’s eyes dropped to them.

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