Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Don’t Act Stupid

The timing was offensive. Carol had been standing by the sitting room window, soft light touching her face, her fingers still curled around the edge of his jacket as if she had not quite decided whether to pull him closer or push him away. Massimo had been very willing to help her decide.

The alarm screamed through the house. Massimo swore under his breath.

Carol’s eyes widened. "Massimo—"

"Stay here!"

"Fuck you!" Carol shot back. She hurried out of Massimo’s suite before he could order her again like she was one of his men.

Behind her, she heard him cursing as drawers opened and metal shifted. She did not care about Massimo and his battles.

Marco, on the other hand, was a different problem. He was loyal to the point of madness, and currently injured. Which meant he was going to ignore her warnings to stay put.

Carol moved fast through the corridor, the alarm still screaming through the Italian mansion. Men were shouting orders. She reached Marco’s room and burst inside.

Naturally, he was already getting out of bed.

"Yeah," Carol snapped, breathing hard. "What else did I expect?"

His broad shoulders were tense.

"Where are you going?" Carol asked.

"To the armoury."

"Marco, can you even..."

"Ma," he said, grabbing a shirt from the chair and pulling it on. "I’m fine. I’m only going to help Don, that’s all."

"But..." she began.

Marco was already out.

"Marco!"

He moved down the hall heading to the mansion armoury. The steel door waited at the end of a narrow corridor, hidden behind a portrait. He entered the code and the lock clicked.

Inside, the lights came on over rows of weapons arranged with frightening neatness. Marco pulled out two handguns, checked them quickly, then headed back out.

He met Don Massimo on his way out to the courtyard. Massimo had changed entirely in the space of minutes. The almost-lover Carol had left behind was gone. In his place stood the Don, face carved from violence.

Both men turned toward the main gates. They marched side by side through the courtyard as the Genovese famiglia men in the compound gathered around them.

"Who is it?" Marco asked Don as they approached the gates. He already knew it would not be good.

Massimo slowed as they neared the iron gates. Beyond them, black cars lined the driveway outside the compound. Men stood beside them in dark suits, their hands visible but their posture ready. "Vitale..." Massimo breathed.

Marco’s fingers tightened around his guns.

Massimo came to a stop before the gates. "Where’s Enzo?" he asked the men.

No one answered. Instead, the line of Vitale soldiers parted. An airport ambulance rolled forward into view.

Marco held his breath.

Fuck.

No.

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