Undressed By The Mafia God

Fear still shook her body. Tears still blurred her vision. But rage had finally found somewhere useful to go.

She spun to face him, her other wrist still secured to the desk. Veronica drove her foot upwards. Her heel connected sharply beneath his jaw.

David’s head snapped back, his teeth clacking together as the force sent him stumbling back. Luca waited but his expression had transformed. The helpless husband was gone.

What remained was the man David should never have brought within reach. Luca watched him stagger and smiled.

"Bring him here!" Luca yelled.

Veronica seized the edge of the metal table and spun it with every ounce of strength left in her body.

Adrenaline roared through her veins, drowning out the agony in her dislocated thumb and the raw burn around her restrained wrist. The table legs shrieked against the concrete as she swung it into position with a scream ripping from the deep recesses of her soul, then drove it straight into David’s midsection.

The impact forced the air from his lungs. David folded over the edge before the table knocked him backwards, sending him stumbling towards Luca.

Exactly where Luca wanted him. Luca lifted the chain connecting his ankles and caught David around the neck as he fell. With one violent jerk, he dragged the chain tight across David’s throat.

David gagged. His hands flew to the metal biting into his neck, fingers clawing uselessly for space. Luca braced himself against the iron bar and pulled harder, every muscle in his body straining despite the blood gushing from his wounded arm.

His face held no mercy but it had the satisfaction of finally having David within reach. Veronica’s gaze snapped towards the drawer she had thrown earlier.

The keys.

The fucking keys had been inside it.

"Fuck!" She twisted towards the floor, dragging the heavy table with her because one wrist remained cuffed to it. The furniture scraped loudly behind her as she searched.

Naturally, the keys had chosen this exact moment to become invisible. David continued struggling behind her, choking as Luca tightened the chain.

"Vee..." Luca grunted, "I really don’t want to make his death easy."

David’s face had begun to redden. His movements became more frantic, his nails digging into his own skin as he fought for air.

"Find that key now!"

Veronica shot him an incredulous look over her shoulder. "You try finding anything with one hand cuffed and one dislocated thumb!" she snapped. Her free hand swept beneath the desk. Nothing. She searched beside the overturned drawer.

Behind her, Luca’s grip slipped for half a second. David sucked in a ragged breath. Luca immediately hauled the chain tight again, his expression promising that oxygen had merely been a temporary error.

"Take your time, darling..." Luca said sarcastically.

"Oh, fuck off!"

"Gladly. After the key."

Veronica’s eyes darted back and forth across the floor. Her pulse hammered in her ears. She could hear David choking, the chain grinding against the metal bar and Luca’s breathing turning rougher from the effort.

The key had to be there. It had not grown legs and escaped.

Then a sudden crash through the doors of the warehouse snapped her head to the side. Luca didn’t even bother looking, he was intent on keeping David locked for as long as he could.

The warehouse doors burst inward with a deafening crash. Marco stepped through first, a dozen men pouring in behind him. His gaze swept across the chaos—Luca choking David with a chain, blood streaking the floor, and Veronica sitting exposed, and still cuffed to the desk.

"Secure him!" Marco barked.

The men rushed David, wrenching him away from Luca and forcing him face-first onto the concrete. David fought like a rabid animal, but numbers finally won. They subdued him.

Marco’s attention never left Veronica. He yanked his T-shirt over his head as he crossed the room, then draped it around her shoulders.

"Oh, Marco," she breathed, relief collapsing through her. "I have never been happier to see you."

Marco crouched beside the cuff, producing a key from his pocket. "It is good to see you too, Vee." His eyes took in the bruises, and the way her dislocated thumb hung against her palm. Murder flickered across his face. There would be time for that later.

The cuff clicked open. The moment her hand was free, Veronica grabbed him. Marco caught her without question, one arm wrapping around her back while she buried her face against his shoulder. She had spent five days refusing to break. Apparently, all it took to ruin that record was one familiar idiot.

"You are safe," Marco murmured. "We have you."

Behind them, the men dragged David away, his threats echoing uselessly through the warehouse. Others hurried to Luca, unlocking his wrists and ankles from the metal bar. The instant the final restraint fell, Luca staggered forward.

He reached Veronica as Marco stepped aside, turning to issue orders. Luca pulled her into his arms.

Vee clung to him just as fiercely. Words had become too small for what sat between them. Luca buried his face in her hair, holding her. His wounded arm trembled around her.

Marco faced the men, ordering them to search the property. Then he pulled out his phone and dialled Don Genovese.

Ignoring the blood still running down his own arm, Luca reached for Veronica’s injured hand. His fingers closed gently around hers. He had told her to do it. He had looked into her terrified eyes and asked her to break herself because it was the only way he could think of to save them.

She had trusted him. Now he had to fix it.

"Let me see," he murmured.

Veronica reluctantly gave her hand. Her fingers were trembling, the skin around the cuff marks bruised and torn. Luca examined the thumb, planning to push the joint back into its socket before the swelling worsened.

He had barely touched it when she jerked away with a broken cry. Pain tore across her face. She clutched the hand against her chest, tears springing into her eyes.

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