Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 530

Chapter 530: I Was Scared

Marco remained seated for a moment, staring after her. He had hurt her. "Shit," he sighed, picked up his glass and finished the rest of his wine in one swallow.

Then he headed upstairs. The mansion was quieter now, the corridors dimmed for the night. He pushed open the door to the room.

Valentina stood near the bed, digging through one of their bags for her nightdress. Marco closed the door behind him.

He crossed the room slowly. She kept rummaging through the bag. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed her softly. "I’m sorry, babe," he murmured against her skin. "I’m sorry. I guess I just really missed you and maybe I was expecting fireworks, you know."

The moment the words left him, he realised how foolish they sounded.

Fireworks.

After weeks of terror. He had expected his wife to arrive bright-eyed, glowing, and ready to fall into his arms.

He really was an idiot.

Valentina let out a small breath. "It’s okay. It’s been a rough couple of weeks."

"Yeah..." Marco whispered. He took the clothing from her hand and placed it on the bed, then gently turned her to face him. "I love you."

"I love you too, Marco." Her fingers touched his side. "I’m glad to see you are fine."

"I’m sorry I made you feel alone."

Her throat moved as she swallowed. "I was scared."

"I know." Marco leaned down and kissed her.

Val leaned into him, her fingers gripping his T-shirt on either side of his waist. He had missed the shape of her hands on him. Missed her warmth.

Marco deepened the kiss. His palm moved to her back, drawing her closer. His intent became clear. He had missed his wife.

Valentina pulled away with a small smile. "I have to take a shower."

Marco’s hand remained at her waist for a bit before he let it fall. "Yeah..." He tried to smile back.

It was a poor effort. Disappointment flickered in his eyes. She touched his cheek once, then stepped away and disappeared into the bathroom.

Marco stood where she had left him, staring at the door. The feeling still did not leave him. Something was wrong.

Something sat between them now.

Marco rubbed a hand over his face and exhaled. Perhaps he was overthinking.

*****

David’s torture continued over the next couple of days. Luca delivered on his promise like an art form. Every breath David drew was permitted only because Luca had not finished making his point.

The doctors kept him alive.

Barely.

There was no mercy, no escape into unconsciousness without being dragged back to suffer some more. Luca intended to collect every minute David took from his wife with interest.

By the fifth day, David would not have made it until the next morning, no matter what the doctors did.

His body had reached the edge. Luca had never planned to let David slip quietly into death behind closed doors. David had earned an announcement.

Luca enjoyed every minute he spent with him. David had touched his wife. Violated her so Luca planned to make a show of his ending.

A statement.

She knew.

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