Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 565

Chapter 565: I Was Worried About Her

"Where have you been?" Marco asked.

Her heart dropped. "I..." She blinked. "Uh... I... I was with Vee," she stammered. "I wanted to... uhm... see if she needed any help. She left the hospital so suddenly, I was worried about her."

Marco nodded. "Hmmm..."

Val swallowed. "Welcome home," she said quickly. "How long are you staying for?"

"For however long Luca needs me here."

"Of course." She smiled again.

It was getting worse. She could feel it. Her face was becoming a theatre of bad acting, and her husband had unfortunately bought front-row seats.

"I... I’ll have the kitchen make you something."

Marco nodded. Val turned and left the nursery before her mouth decided to ruin her life. Marco remained where he was, watching the empty doorway.

The smile left his face.

Slowly.

He turned back to Matteo. The baby had no interest in adult misery. He was crawling towards a colourful toy in the corner. "Hey, little man...do you have any idea why your mama just lied to me, uhn?"

Matteo continued towards the toy, slapped one hand down triumphantly when he reached it, then tried to put the corner of it into his mouth.

Marco crossed the room and crouched beside him. His son was crawling. Marco had missed it. He reached out and brushed his fingers over Matteo’s curls. "You’re doing great...You’ll be lifting weights soon, uhn?"

Matteo babbled in response. Marco laughed. Then he picked up the toy, placed it a little farther away, and watched as Matteo turned serious again, clearly offended by the new challenge but willing to conquer it. Marco clapped softly when he moved.

"That’s it. Come on. Show me."

Matteo crawled again.

*****

"I already told you. I am not testifying against Luca!" Vito yelled at Voss.

Voss stood across from him, patience hanging by a thread. "Do you have any idea what it took to bring you here?" he snapped. "The state is bleeding money on your sorry, stinking ass?"

"Not my problem," Vito said.

Voss stared at him. He wondered if anyone would truly blame him for violence.

Probably.

There were laws about these things. So much paperwork. The entire justice system would become instantly passionate if he decided to punch the piece of garbage in the throat.

"I have half a mind to slap cuffs around your wrists right now and throw you in jail instead," Voss yelled.

Vito’s mouth curled. "Well, you can’t."

The anger he had been holding behind his badge finally showed its teeth.

"Paul Marino was my father, you stupid son of a bitch!"

Truly afraid.

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