All Luca could think was how. All everyone needed now was for him to be okay. That was it. Luca just needed his brother alive.
Veronica held Matteo closer, rocking him gently against her chest. The baby had finally settled, his tiny mouth slightly open, his little fist curled.
Valentina still hadn’t moved. Eyes fixed on nothing, face pale, hands folded. She looked like one wrong word would shatter her until the whole hospital understood what loving Marco cost.
So Veronica stayed close. That was all she could do.
Every few minutes, a nurse walked past.
Luca’s phone rang. Veronica turned at once. Luca looked at the screen, and answered. He lifted the phone to his ear. "Yes." He listened.
For ten seconds, he did not speak. His expression became colder. Veronica’s stomach dropped. She didn’t need to be told things had just moved from worse to even worse.
Luca’s eyes flicked toward the double doors leading to surgery, then to Valentina, then finally to Veronica. His jaw worked once. "Who signed it?" he asked quietly.
The person on the other end spoke.
"Of course." He said then hung up. He pushed away from the wall.
"Luca?"
"I’m having him moved."
"Luca," Vee said, lowering her voice, "he’s in surgery."
"He’ll pull through."
"Luca, think this through."
He looked at her then, and the fury in his eyes was calculating. "I need to have him moved now. I promise he will have the best care. Just away from here."
"What’s going on?" Vee asked.
Luca’s gaze hardened. "I got a tip the police are on their way for his arrest."
"What?" Veronica breathed. She stepped closer, clutching Matteo protectively. "How did you get that?"
"Since Voss was taken off my case, I get information easier," Luca said.
"Why do they need to arrest him?" Vee asked.
"They found evidence linking him to the deaths." His eyes flickered to Valentina, and that alone answered too much. "I don’t have time," Luca said, voice low and urgent. "I need you to get Val out of here."
Vee looked over at Valentina. Val had not moved. Her eyes were open, fixed on the hallway, but she looked as if she had left her body behind in that plastic hospital chair. Her face was blank. She was standing at the very edge of breaking and refusing to fall because her baby still needed a mother.
"Luca," Vee said softly, "she won’t go. Look at her."
Luca stood there helplessly staring at his sister-in-law, knowing there was no order he could give that would make her leave the man she loved. "Vee..." he said, stepping closer, "if the police get here before I am able to get him out, shit is going to hit the fan." He placed a hand gently against her arm, careful not to disturb Matteo. His voice dropped. "If she is not going to leave, then I need both of you calm. You hear me? Whatever happens, whatever I do..."
Vee nodded. "Do what you have to do...I love you."
"I love you too."
Anyone.


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