Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 163: I Did Piss Her Off

"Hey you," she said softly. "When did you get here?"

"Hours ago."

Then the nurses began unwrapping the bandage.

The sterile white gauze peeled away slowly, revealing the angry bruising beneath. The skin was swollen and discolored.

As Veronica glanced back toward Luca, her gaze caught on the bruise on his knuckles.

She wondered what he had done to Bianca. She knew Luca’s temper. But Bianca was still his wife.

He wouldn’t hit her.

Surely.

Or kill her, right?

When the cleaning began, the sharp sting of antiseptic hit the open wound and Veronica sucked in a painful breath. Her fingers tightened around the pillow beside her.

Luca was on his feet instantly. "Shouldn’t she be on painkillers?"

"She is," the nurse said calmly. "But that doesn’t mean she won’t feel a thing."

Veronica noticed the way his jaw clenched, the way his hands flexed slightly at his sides. "It’s okay Luca," she murmured through a strained breath. "I’m fine."

He moved closer to the bed and reached for her hand.

Her fingers slipped into his, gripping tightly as another wave of pain flared through her. Luca’s hand closed around hers immediately.

Veronica squeezed his fingers harder as the nurses continued cleaning the wound, her breath coming slow and controlled as she rode the pain out.

His eyes stayed fixed on her face.

Ten minutes.

That’s all it took.

But it felt longer.

Finally the nurses finished rewrapping the bandage, securing the fresh gauze carefully around her thigh.

"Alright," one of them said, already clearing the tray. "All done."

Veronica released a quiet breath of relief, her grip on Luca’s hand loosening slightly now that the worst of it was over.

The nurses gathered their tools and wheeled the tray toward the door, their soft footsteps fading as they left the room again.

"I’m sorry." Luca whispered.

"It’s fine. This would get me off my feet for a few weeks." She chuckled. Her laugh was a jagged thing, but Luca could tell it was meant to reassure him.

"Stop it, Vee. Yell at me, blame me, please. Don’t make it sound like this isn’t my fault."

"I wouldn’t entirely give you all the blame," she said, a teasing smile flickering despite the pain. "I did piss her off."

His eyebrows knit together. "What happened?"

"I kind of gloated." Veronica said, wincing slightly, then chuckling at herself.

Luca’s eyes widened. "My God, what did you say?" His lips twitched at the corners, the faintest shadow of a grin forming.

"I told her you fucked me for the first time on your bed." Her laugh burst out despite herself, the ridiculousness of it almost surreal. She shook her head, realizing the woman had a gun pressed against her skull, and yet she hadn’t managed to keep her mouth shut. Her stupidity—or courage—was infuriating.

Luca laughed too. "You’re a mad woman."

"I know," she said. "I mean, who does that? But in that moment, I realized I couldn’t give you up. Not to her, not to anyone. I knew it was wrong..."

Luca tilted his head slightly, leaning closer. "It’s not wrong..."

She shook her head firmly. "Hear me out, Luca." Her eyes locked onto his. "It is wrong. You married her. It doesn’t matter that you don’t love her. You did marry her. She is just as trapped as I am. But now, I am trapped because I choose to be. Because the only way out is death, right?"

Luca swallowed hard. His hand inched toward hers again.

"I would rather be trapped with you than free without you."

Luca bent forward, letting his lips brush against the top of her head. "Once again, you are a crazy woman," he muttered.

Vee let out a soft laugh. "I’m hoping you haven’t brought the heavens down."

"A little," he admitted with a wry smile, letting his hand squeeze hers lightly.

Her eyes lifted to his. "Oh boy. Is your father mad?" she asked, a note of genuine curiosity mingled with the teasing.

"I can take him," Luca said.

Vee shivered slightly, the thought of it making her grip tighten around his hand. "I just hate the idea of him electrocuting you whenever you do something wrong," she said softly.

Luca laughed. "Oh trust me," he said, "it’s going to be much, much worse this time."

Vee’s eyebrows rose. "Tell me exactly what you did," she said.

"I shot my brother... in the thigh," Luca said casually.

Vee’s jaw dropped, and her fingers tightened on his hand. "Are you crazy? Your brother didn’t shoot me!" she yelled.

"He put all of this in motion," Luca explained. "He was supposed to tell me that my father and Bianca were coming into town for a relative’s wedding. He didn’t. He wanted this to happen. We got into a fist fight. My father said he would punish me. I thought then, I should do something deserving, shouldn’t I?"

Vee blinked at him, stunned, the absurdity of it twisting with the horror of the situation. "Now who is the crazy one!" she exclaimed. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Don’t get all worked up, love," he said softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "You have to heal."

"Crazy or not, you’re mine. Always."

"I wonder how long it will take before I can walk normally again," Vee said. She shifted slightly in the hospital bed, testing the movement of her leg, wincing at the reminder that her body wasn’t entirely hers right now.

"Typically three to four weeks," Luca said.

"Ughhhhh... I’m an invalid," Vee groaned, rolling her eyes.

"I’ll take care of you," he said quietly, leaning closer.

"You have work," she pointed out.

"You will have staff for when I am not around," Luca replied.

Vee let out a small, playful sigh. "Great. I’m officially a sugar baby." She laughed lightly.

"Zuccherino..." Luca said.

Vee laughed again, shaking her head. "How is Nonnina dealing with all of this?"

"I haven’t had time to even speak with her," Luca admitted.

"I’m glad you’re back," she said softly.

(Here is to 100 golden tickets)

**Today’s actual Chapter will be posted when I wake up. I just have to edit it but I feel really sleepy**