Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460: You Are Insane

"So tell me where I went wrong," he said. "And you pull that trigger. Marco says your aim is excellent, so don’t you miss."

"You are insane. You are completely fucking insane. We will never be safe," Val cried. "Not truly. Not with you. We will never be safe."

"I love her," he said quietly. "You love her. I’d give my life keeping you both safe."

"I’m..." she whispered. "I’m..."

Then her face twisted. A sharp pain coursed through her, enough to steal the rest of the words from her mouth. Her fingers clenched involuntarily, squeezing the trigger as she let out a scream. Her hand went to hold her stomach, as she felt the push of liquid from inside her.

The bullet flew past Luca. It cracked through the air and buried itself somewhere in the rusted belly of an abandoned machine behind him. A flock of birds shot up from a nearby heap of scrap, shrieking.

For one insane, suspended moment, he actually thought she had done it. He thought Val had followed through. He thought all that pain, all that grief, all that blame had finally found a direction, and it was him.

His eyes flicked from the gun in her shaking hand to her face. "Val?"

Her wide eyes lifted to his.

Very calmly, she said, "Well, this is very inconvenient."

The woman had just nearly shot him, and now she sounded irritated.

"I knew I shouldn’t have come with you," she added.

"What is it?" He moved toward her, slowly. A pregnant woman with a gun and a grudge was apparently one of the few things on earth that could make him cautious.

"What does it look like?" Val snapped. She pointed down.

Luca followed her finger. A dark wet patch had spread across the dusty sand at her feet, sinking into the ground beneath her shoes. His brain refused to cooperate. "It looks like you peed yourself, Val."

Val’s head snapped up. If looks could kill, Luca Genovese would have died in a landfill with no dignity and no final words. "The baby is coming, you stupid fool!"

"What?" Luca barked. "Now?!"

"No, next Christmas!" she snapped, clutching her belly as another wave of pain tightened through her. Her breath came out sharp. "Yes, now!"

Luca looked at her stomach, then at the car, then at the road, then back at her. Now?!" he repeated.

"Was it supposed to ask for your permission first?!" Val demanded. She slapped the gun back into his palm. "Take this before I actually use it."

He caught it automatically, still watching her with a look of terror. She walked to the door, whooshing air out of her lungs all the way, one hand gripping the curve of her stomach while the other reached blindly for the car. He shoved the gun into his waistband, hurried forward, and pulled the passenger door open. His hand went to her elbow, steadying her.

"I cannot believe you have me in a landfill right now Luca— This is not a story I want to tell my child."

He helped her into the seat as gently as he could. She sank down with a sharp inhale, then gripped the edge of the door, sucking in a breath as another contraction rolled through her.

Her eyes squeezed shut. "Hurry please."