Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 191: Thinks About It
Everything Julian had never quite been allowed to be would be given to a child that didn’t yet exist. And now—now Bianca was offering him a different path.
A darker one. A path that didn’t wait for inheritance.
His mind raced. "You’re insane," he muttered.
"Think about it, Julian," she said softly. "And come back to me when you are absolutely sure. I’ll be waiting."
He stood there, staring at nothing, everything around him fading into the background as his thoughts spiraled inward.
Don Genovese. Tempting, terrifying.
Behind him, he heard her footsteps retreat.
*****
Luca insisted on taking Veronica to her checkup himself—as he always did. He held her hand as they walked in, his grip firm, unconsciously tightening every time someone brushed past them. Veronica simply laced her fingers with his.
Soon enough, they were separated.
The nurses took her away, and Luca was left standing there, his hand suddenly empty, fingers curling slightly. Then he sat in the waiting area. People sat scattered across chairs, each wrapped in their own private anxieties.
His leg bounced once then stilled. He checked his watch twice. Then a third time. Ridiculous. He leaned back in his seat, dragging a hand down his face, exhaling slowly. Sitting here, waiting for a doctor’s opinion, felt infinitely more unbearable. Because this... this involved her.
And Veronica had become his weakness in ways he didn’t fully understand—and didn’t particularly want to.
When she finally returned, she walked toward him.
"Everything alright?" he asked.
"I think so," she replied, easing into the seat beside him. "We just need to wait for the doctor’s assessment. But everything was alright the last time so I’m guessing there shouldn’t be a problem now."
He reached for her hand again, threading his fingers through hers. This time, his grip was gentler. "Marco will bring you for your next checkup," he said.
"Oh yeah... you will be in Italy already."
"Yeah. Also, I think we should stop by the pizza parlour for a bit."
Veronica’s face brightened. "God, yes... I haven’t seen Valentina in a while and she hasn’t been picking my calls."
"Really? Does she do that often?" Luca asked.
"Only when she wants to hide something from me," Veronica said, a quiet amusement threading through her voice. "But I don’t worry. It doesn’t take her too long before she spills her guts." She chuckled softly.
"Right..." he murmured.
A nurse approached them. "Mr and Mrs Genovese?"
"No!" Veronica said quickly. "It’s a Mr Genovese... and Miss Scalese. It should be in my file."
The nurse blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Oh, my apologies. The hospital is charging the bills to Mr Genovese directly so I just assumed."
"Oh..." Veronica hesitated. "I thought my insurance—"
"I cancelled that. Any problems?" he added, shifting his attention back to the nurse, effectively closing the conversation.
The nurse shook her head quickly. "No, sir. The doctor would like to speak with you now. Please come with me."
Luca nodded once, already rising to his feet.
Veronica followed. The walk to the doctor’s office was short.
"Mr Genovese," the doctor greeted as soon as they came in. "Miss Scalese, please have a seat."
Veronica sat down first. Luca followed, taking the seat beside her.
The doctor opened her file, flipping through the pages. "Right..." the doctor began, adjusting his glasses. "I will just get straight to it. You are progressing quite nicely and I am sure after two to three weeks, you will be as good as new. You will be running sprints."
"I hear a but coming," Veronica said.
"Not a but," the doctor replied. "Just an observation. I wanted to confirm with you," the doctor continued, adjusting his glasses as he glanced down at her file, "if you have been taking all your medication?"
"Yes. Of course, I have."
"Are you sure?" the doctor pressed gently. "Did you misplace any?"
Veronica shook her head, a small crease forming between her brows. "I would tell you if I did."
The doctor exhaled softly, his fingers tapping once against the file before he spoke again. "It’s just that... we put you on blood thinners, and your last checkup was perfectly fine. Everything was responding as expected." He paused, choosing his next words carefully. "But now, it seems like the blood thinners aren’t working as effectively as they should. Which could be fatal," the doctor added. "You could develop clots."
Luca’s entire body stilled. "What could be another reason for this?" he asked.
The doctor glanced at him briefly, then back at Veronica. "Are you taking any other medication that wasn’t prescribed by us?"
Veronica opened her mouth to answer, already shaking her head. No. Of course not. She would have said no. Because she didn’t think—
"Contraceptives?" Luca’s voice cut through the moment.
"Oh—" she blinked, caught off guard, her thoughts scrambling to catch up. "Oh... oh... yeah... yeah..."
The doctor nodded immediately. "No... you’ll have to put a hold on that for now. At least for about two to three months."
Have you ever seen a look of total satisfaction on a person?
That slow, inevitable smile that spreads across someone’s face when the universe—by some twisted sense of humor—aligns itself perfectly with their desires.
The kind of expression that feels almost... divine.
Like fate itself had taken their side.
That was the exact look on Luca’s face.
It didn’t come all at once.
No, it unfolded gradually.
The tension in his shoulders eased first.
Then his jaw loosened.
And finally—That smile.
Luca leaned back slightly in his chair, his fingers brushing lightly against his lips.
"You’ll also need to be monitored more closely during this period," the doctor continued, oblivious to the silent storm unfolding in the room. "We’ll schedule more frequent visits just to ensure everything stabilizes."
"Of course. Of course, doctor. I will stop it immediately," she said. "Is that all?"
The doctor nodded, already closing her file. "Yes, of course."
Vee stood. Luca rose behind her.
He followed. They stepped out into the hallway....
(Brought to you by Jennifer Willard)
