Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 456

Chapter 456: They Just Got Back

"What? You’re leaving? They just got back." Vee cried.

His eyes stayed on the doorway Val had disappeared through. "I think it’s better I am not here, Bambola. I think Val is still uncomfortable with me."

Vee looked toward the house, then back at him. "How do I fix this? What do I do?"

"Give it time," Luca said. "Pregnancy hormones and shit."

Vee smiled. He stepped closer and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. "Maybe."

Luca leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Spend time with your sister," he murmured. "I’ll be home, waiting for you like a good little boy."

She laughed, then remembered something and narrowed her eyes. "Oh, have you gone to see David?"

His expression shut. "No..."

"Luca, for God’s sakes!" Vee threw her hands up in the air.

"I’ll go," he said quickly.

"You said that two days ago."

"I just haven’t had the time." He sighed, dragging a hand over his jaw. "Besides, I don’t like the guy’s face."

"Like I said..." she warned.

"I know... I know..." Luca lifted both hands slightly in surrender. "I don’t have to like him to thank him."

"No, you do not. You only have to be civil." Vee stepped into him, smoothing her hands over the front of his shirt. His attention shifted instantly, exactly the way she expected it to.

"Come on," she said softly, tilting her face up to him. "For me, baby."

His eyes dropped to her mouth. He then exhaled like a defeated man. "Fine," Luca said. "I’ll go."

"Today?"

He groaned. "Today."

"And you will thank him properly?"

"I will thank him." He leaned down and kissed her once more, his hand resting at her waist. "Go inside...Your sister needs you." He gave her one last adoring look before turning and heading back to his car, while Vee headed inside.

*****

David watched from inside his shop as Vee dragged Luca across the street. Luca Genovese was being pulled by the wrist by his tiny, furious fiancee, his face set in a hard, offended expression of a man being marched toward public humiliation. David leaned slightly closer to the window.

This should be entertaining. Vee’s heels clicked sharply against the pavement, each step carrying the righteous fury of a woman who had said the same thing too many times and had finally decided to physically supervise obedience. Even from across the road, David could tell she was furious.

Interesting.