Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 501

Chapter 501: Ask Your Questions

She checked her hands next, already knowing, already dreading. Her rings were gone too. If the necklace was gone, then Luca could not find her.

Panic set in then, clawing up her throat before she could fight it down. She twisted in the seat, ignoring the sharp protest in her skull as she searched the space around her. Her bag. Her phone. Anything. Anything at all that could connect her to the outside world, to Luca, to someone who would know she was alive and not already lost.

There was nothing. Whoever had taken her had stripped her clean. Her heart hammered so hard it hurt.

Who took her? Where were they taking her? And how the fuck had they known about the tracker in her necklace?

The necklace had not been obvious. It had looked like jewellery. So how had they known? Then another thought tore through her.

Val.

The text had come from Val’s phone. How had they got Valentina’s phone? Had they hurt her? Was Val safe? Was Matteo safe? God. God, if anyone had touched Matteo—

"Hello!" Veronica yelled. She waited, breathing hard, expecting someone to appear. A guard. A pilot. A bastard with a gun. Anyone.

Nothing.

She looked toward the window, stomach dropping at the sight beyond it. They were already in the air.

A fresh wave of terror washed over her. How long had she been unconscious? How far had they flown? Were they still in New York? Still in America? Or had they already crossed into some nightmare Luca would have to chase across oceans?

"What in the fucking hell is happening?" she whispered. "Hello!"

Then a voice came from behind her.

"You’re awake..."

Slowly, she turned. David stood there.

"David?" Veronica called, surprise cutting through her fear. Her brows pulled together as she stared at him, trying to force the pieces into a shape that made sense. "What are you...? Who are..." She shook her head once, the cuffs around her wrists clinking softly. "I don’t understand."

David smiled. Vee didn’t understand it truly. He had always been dangerously quiet. Calm, helpful. And now, he looked like a man who had never been harmless a day in his life. He moved to the seat opposite her. "Ask your questions, love," he said, settling into the leather seat. "I’ll answer them."

Veronica watched him carefully. Her head still throbbed, her stomach still twisted with nausea and fear, but anger was beginning to rise through it all. She could use anger. Anger kept her from shaking. It reminded her she was Luca Genovese’s wife, not some delicate thing waiting to be broken.

"Why am I here?"

"Because I need you to be."

The answer was so calm, so meaningless, that irritation flashed across her face.

"Where are Val and Matteo?"

"They should be in the mall, I guess," David said. "I don’t know how long it takes you ladies to shop for clothes."

Relief hit her. He had not taken them.

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