Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 453

Chapter 453: The Devil 2.0

Her hand shot up, knocking the gun out of the man’s grip before he could turn it back on her. It clattered somewhere near the floor mat. She drove her fist into his face, hard enough to send his head snapping sideways.

The man on her other side grabbed for her, and she slammed her elbow into him with everything she had. He grunted, folding just enough for her to twist away.

The driver shouted. "Hold her!"

The car behind them screeched past, a blur of black metal and fury, cutting across the road as if hell itself had taken the wheel.

Inside her car, everything turned to chaos. The men scrambled to get a bearing of themselves as they defended themselves against Veronica.

The car sped past them. Then it made a vicious one-eighty turn in the middle of the deserted street, tires screaming. The men in her car barely had time to curse before it came charging back at them.

"Oh, fuck," one of them breathed.

The impact hit like thunder. Metal screamed. Glass cracked. Veronica’s body jerked hard against the seat, pain bursting through her shoulder and ribs as everyone tumbled into everyone else. Someone’s elbow caught her side. The driver shouted.

There was nothing but ringing in Veronica’s ears and smoke fogging everywhere. It seeped through the broken edges of the car, thick and bitter, mixing with the sharp smell of leaking fluids. Her head throbbed.

The driver was still trying to move when his door was yanked open. The driver was dragged out with a strangled shout. Veronica heard a brutal crack, then screaming.

The men beside her scrambled at once, all the courage in them leaking away faster than the smoke. They fumbled for their weapons. One looked under the seat in blind panic. The other shoved the door open.

They shoved their way out of the backseat, desperate now, trying to escape into the trees. Veronica did not need to see them to know it was a lost cause.

All she heard were screams, shouting, heavy impacts.

Luca.

She pressed one hand to her aching head. She needed to stop him before he did any more damage. They already had enough to deal with at the shop. Adding more bodies to the pile was not going to help anyone, and she was really getting tired of being associated with suspiciously high death rates.

"Luca!" she snapped as she stepped out. "Enough!" Her heels touched the uneven road. She squinted through the smoke, through the headache pulsing behind her eyes, through the blur of bent metal.

Then she froze. It wasn’t Luca standing there, saving her. It was her neighbour, David.

"What the fuck!" Vee cursed.

David stood in the middle of the deserted street as if he belonged there. Smoke drifted around him in lazy grey ribbons. The two cars sat ruined, metal bent and groaning, headlights flickering. The trees lining the road swayed softly in the evening breeze, completely indifferent to the chaos below them. Birds chirped somewhere overhead.

At David’s feet were the men who had taken her. Broken, groaning and bleeding. Veronica stared at them.

Then at him.

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