Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: You’ve Been Stabbed

"Luca!" she shouted again as she saw the dark red spreading beneath his shirt, blooming fast and merciless.

Vito, pale and shaking, finally moved. He scrambled to the floor, frantically kicking guns away from limp hands, dragging them out of reach. His breathing was loud, panicked, guilt dripping off him thicker than sweat.

Vee rushed to Luca’s side, catching him as his knees threatened to give. She guided him into a chair, her hands trembling but firm, her mouth moving faster than her thoughts. Blood stained her fingers.

"No, no, no," she whispered, already digging through her bag, panic clawing up her throat. She yanked out her phone, fingers fumbling.

"What are you doing?" Luca asked.

"Calling 911," she snapped, tears streaking down her face now.

Luca let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh, though it hurt like hell. "Wrong number, darling."

He pulled out his phone with a shaking hand, unlocked it with his thumb, and pressed it into her palm. His blood smeared the screen. "Send two-one-two to Marco. Don’t call. Just text it."

She stared at him, horrified. "You’ve been stabbed!"

"Yeah," he groaned, shifting slightly before immediately regretting it. His hand closed around the knife still buried in his side, fingers slick, jaw tightening as another wave of pain hit.

He turned his head toward Vito, eyes hard despite the pain. "I’m sure you have some vodka in this house, seeing as you are a fucking piece of shit!"

Vito nodded rapidly, bolting toward the kitchen.

Vee dropped to her knees in front of Luca, clutching his phone, her hands shaking so badly she nearly missed the keys. She sent the text. Two-one-two. Nothing else. A silent scream into the dark machinery of Luca’s world.

She looked up at him then. His dark hair was damp with sweat, his face drawn tight, but his eyes were still on her, still sharp, still there.

A moment later Vito rushed back in, clutching a half-full bottle of vodka.

Luca snatched it from him, holding it out with a sharp tilt of his chin. "Open it," he ordered. Vito fumbled with the cap, twisting until it finally gave way. Luca lifted it, and drank deeply. The alcohol burned its way down his throat. He coughed once, then swallowed again, jaw flexing, before setting the bottle beside the chair.

Luca turned his head and found Vee staring at him. Her skin had gone pale, her lips parted like she was afraid to breathe too deeply. Panic sat in her eyes. She looked small in that moment, not weak, just terrified. Terrified of losing him.

"I didn’t know you cared," he said softly, a crooked smile tugging at his mouth despite the pain.

"Stop kidding," she snapped. Tears clung to her lashes, threatening to spill.

"I’m not," he murmured, then sobered. He glanced down at the knife still embedded in his side, the handle slick with blood. "Listen to me. I need to pull this out. And when I do, it’s going to bleed. A lot."

Her breath hitched.

"So you have to put on those bad ass pants I know you have," he continued, eyes locking on hers. "And you have to hold pressure. Hard. Don’t let go. Just stall it until Marco gets here."

She nodded too fast, panic warring with determination. "Okay. Okay. I can do that."

She scrambled to her feet and grabbed the nearest towel from the hallway closet. She dropped back down beside him, knees hitting the floor.

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