Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 488

Chapter 488: You Have To Help Me

God help anyone who forgot that distinction. The guard’s jaw tightened then, wisely, he stepped aside.

She grabbed her car keys and left the house. Outside, the estate gates opened for her, men watching as she drove through, probably all wondering whether they were about to lose their jobs, their lives, or both when Luca found out.

The drive to the police precinct felt endless. Her fingers tightened around the wheel. By the time she parked outside the precinct, her heart was hammering against her ribs. Police cars lined the curb. Officers moved in and out.

She sat for one second longer.

Breathe.

Do not mess this up.

If this was the only thing she could do to help the famiglia, she would do it. Gladly. Anything to keep her family safe. Anything to pull attention where Luca needed it. Anything to make sure Val, Matteo, Marco, Nonnina, and every person under their name survived whatever came next.

She opened her bag, took out her gun, and placed it in the glove box then she stepped out of the car. She lifted her chin, walked into the building, spotted Voss immediately and hurried toward him. "Detective Voss!" she cried.

Vee gave him exactly what she wanted them to see—a distressed woman barely holding herself together. Wide eyes. Trembling mouth. Breath too fast. One hand pressed lightly to her chest as if her heart was trying to escape.

Voss turned from the desk where he had been speaking to another officer. "Miss Scalese?"

"Please," she said, rushing toward him. "Please, you have to help me. No, no, you have to help Luca."

Voss’s brow climbed. "Are you kidding me?"

"Please, I am begging you," she said, letting her voice shake. "My husband is going to do something stupid and I am afraid it will get him in trouble."

His eyes narrowed. "What is it?"

Vee looked around the precinct. Too many ears. Too many eyes. "I can’t tell you here."

"Why not?"

She stepped closer, lowering her voice. "Because I may be emotional, but I am not stupid. It means I know better than to give you something you can twist into handcuffs before I’m done speaking. Even though I am here to stop him from doing something stupid...I still don’t want you to use what I tell you against him."

"You came to a police precinct to protect a criminal from police consequences?"

"I came to a police precinct to stop bloodshed."

His jaw tightened.

"Some day soon it will be your word against mine. And trust me, detective, I will swear to never talking to you."

"Fine..." Voss grumbled and got to his feet. He did not look happy about it.

Then again, Detective Voss rarely looked happy.

He glanced at Vee as he led the way toward the exit. "Luca really hit the jackpot with you, huh? You’re well suited for each other."

Vee lifted her chin. "I know that’s supposed to be an insult, but thank you."

Voss huffed. He stopped near the side of the building, away from the doors and cameras, and turned to her. "Start talking."

Vee inhaled. This was the part that mattered. Not too much truth. Not too little.

Just enough.

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