Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 481

Chapter 481: I Only Have My Word

Val’s face hardened. "I know for a fact that my husband didn’t do it."

"Because you were with him?"

"Because I know him."

Unfortunately, he believed her. Voss met her eyes. The woman was furious, frightened but stubborn.

Marco had chosen well.

"Which is why I need you to help me help him," Voss said. "Maybe Marco isn’t the target," he continued. "Maybe it was Luca, and Marco got caught in the process. Give me something that can help me prove your husband had nothing to do with this."

"I already told you—"

"Whoever is planning this isn’t trying to kill Luca," Voss cut in. "Not directly. He is using everyone around him as damage. Who will be next?" he asked quietly. "You? Your baby?"

Val looked tired suddenly. So young and yet determined to be stronger than she was ready to be. "I only have my word, Detective...But if I do hear anything or see anything, I will inform you."

"Fair enough. I will make sure the men here are done as quickly as possible and be out of your hair."

"Thank you," Val said.

He gave her a small nod and started to turn away.

"Detective..."

He stopped immediately. "Yes?"

Val opened her mouth then closed it. Her throat tightened. "I..." she began, then stopped again.

Voss turned fully toward her.

"I uhm..." She looked briefly toward the officers. "Well..."

Voss waited. She could tell him. She could tell him things she knew, things that would keep them safe.

She could hand Voss one thread. But what would unravel first? Vee? Marco? Herself? Her sister’s tear-streaked face flashed through her mind.

I fucking deserve to be happy.

Val swallowed hard. Betray her sister or keep her safe and free. God, what a horrible choice. Her fingers curled into her palm. "Would you like a cup of coffee or tea?"

"Val," he said gently, "if there is something you need to ask me or tell me, you do not have to be afraid."

Afraid?

No.

She wasn’t afraid. Not one bit. She was angry, exhausted, hurt. But afraid?

No.

She was having an internal war, and Voss had no idea how many people could bleed from one wrong sentence. "No," she said at last, forcing a small, empty smile. "That’s it. Coffee or tea?"

"I’m fine. Thank you."

Then she turned back to check on Matteo who was in a little cot beside the sofa.

*****

Not really.

His chaos.

His peace.

His Bambola.

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