Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 459

Chapter 459: Get The Fuck In

Marco headed for his own car. Luca moved to his vehicle and pulled the front passenger door open.

"Get in."

Val threw him a frown.

"Look!" Luca snapped, then visibly dragged himself back from the edge. His jaw flexed. His voice lowered, but the frustration stayed. "I’m tired of seeing your sister tear herself apart over this madness between us. You get in, we go where we can sort this out, or I put you in there myself. Your choice. Get the fuck in!"

Silently, Val stepped forward. She got into the car, one hand braced beneath her belly, her face carved from stone. Luca shut the door carefully.

He rounded the car and got in. Soon they were driving away from Marco’s estate. Both of them said nothing as they sped off.

Val had no idea where he was taking her and honestly, she had no intention of asking. She sat stiffly in the passenger seat, one hand resting protectively over her belly, the other gripping the edge of the seat. The city thinned into warehouses, broken fences, and long stretches of road.

Luca drove in silence. Val stared straight ahead. She refused to look at him. She refused to ask questions.

About fifteen minutes later, the car rolled into a deserted landfill. Val’s eyes narrowed. Mountains of discarded metal, rotting wood, and black trash bags rose around them. The air smelled of rust, old rain.

Luca stopped the car. "Get out."

Val turned to him slowly. "What?"

"Val, out!" he snapped. He reached into the glove box, pulled out his gun, and got out.

For the first time since, fear flashed across Val’s face. She knew what he could do, what he had done, what people whispered about him.

The empty landfill. The gun. Her hand tightened over her belly.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.

Luca stopped. Hurt shifted in his face. "The fact that you would think for one minute that I could hurt you means we are broken."

Val said nothing.

He walked around the car toward her side, his voice lower now, rougher. "And we need to patch it up because it is killing your sister."

The mention of Vee hit exactly where he intended it to. Val’s jaw tightened. Luca looked at her, then held the gun out to her.

Val stared at it then at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"A long list," he said. "We do not have time for all of it. We either sort this out," Luca said, placing the gun into her hand, "or you pull the fucking trigger and leave my body here. No one would know you did it."

Val’s brow raised. Even afraid, even furious, she managed to look unimpressed. "Marco would."

"So you are considering it."

Val looked down at the gun in her hand. Luca stood in front of her, hands at his sides, completely still.

"What exactly could I have done differently, Val, for you not to blame me?" Luca said.

"I don’t..." she started to say.

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