Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487: My Little Man

Vee let out a weak laugh. "There he is. My little man."

Val gave a watery smile, then loosened the carrier on her chest with trembling fingers. She carefully freed Matteo from the carrier, and Vee reached for him, all the anger in her body vanishing.

"Oh, I missed you," Vee cooed, her entire face softening as Matteo settled into her arms. "I missed you, baby. My Matteo. Aunt Vee is here."

The baby made a tiny protesting sound, his little mouth opening and closing. Vee rocked him instinctively, her palm supporting his back, her cheek brushing lightly against the top of his head.

For the first time since she stepped back into the mansion, something inside her unclenched. Matteo smelled like milk and baby lotion. He was warm enough to break through every wall she had thrown up since Val walked in.

Vee looked at Matteo like he was sunlight. Like he was family. Val wondered if her sister could still look at her that way.

"I see you finally got married," Val said, gesturing to the rings on Vee’s finger.

"Yeah," Vee said quietly. "Two days ago in Vegas. Just us."

Val nodded.

Vee adjusted Matteo against her chest. "Once everything settles down, we will have a dinner with family. Maybe in Italy, where Marco is."

Marco’s name changed the air between them. Val’s fingers curled at her sides.

"Yes," she said. "Carol called me. She says he is fine. I’m told Tony hurt him."

Vee looked up from Matteo. "Yes...But everything will be alright. Don’t worry yourself. Marco will be back home as soon as he can."

Val nodded again, but the movement was too small to be convincing. Her husband was alive, but not home. Her sister was in front of her, but not close.

"Thank you," Val said. She watched her sister kiss Matteo’s forehead again and felt the invisible distance between them stretch thin and painful. Vee seemed more interested in Matteo than in her.

Maybe she deserved that. Maybe this was how forgiveness began.

Val swallowed. "Is Luca home?"

"No, not yet," Vee answered. She shifted Matteo higher against her chest and forced herself not to look at her phone again. Looking would not make it ring faster. Looking would not drag Luca back through the front door.

"Can I stay for a bit?" Val asked.

"Of course," Vee said. "I wouldn’t let you take my gorgeous away just yet." She smiled down at the baby once more, brushing a finger gently over his tiny fist. "Isn’t that right, my handsome boy? Your aunt has missed you so much. You owe me cuddles."

Val let out another small, watery laugh. Vee was just about to take a seat when a knock hit the door.

Before she could answer, one of the guards rushed in. He was young but trained, broad-shouldered, dressed in black, and trying very hard not to look as panicked as he clearly felt.

"Mrs Genovese?"

"Yes..."

"My apologies," he said, already moving toward her. "I have to initiate the safety protocol in Luca’s absence."

Val stiffened. "Safety protocol?"

Vee’s arms tightened around Matteo. "What prompted it?" Vee asked.

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