Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 543

Chapter 543: You Called For Me

Valentina waited for Marco until past midnight. Still, he did not come home. In fact, he had not been home in four days, which Valentina considered childish.

A grown man deciding the best response to marital crisis was to stop sleeping in the marital bed altogether.

Was running away now the doctor-recommended approach to marriage problems? Had she missed the memo?

Step one: marry into the mafia. Step two: have a baby. Step three: develop emotional distress. Step four: husband relocates to his office.

Ridiculous.

She sat on the edge of the bed for a while, phone in hand, staring at the last unanswered call. He had not picked up. Valentina gave it one final shot. She opened their message thread and typed.

You either come home now or I will come searching for you.

She hit send then she stared at the screen. Marco might be angry. He might be punishing her. But he would not want his wife wandering around New York in the middle of the night.

Right?

Ugh.

She was not so sure anymore. Valentina sucked in a breath, went downstairs, and poured herself a glass of Rémy Martin Louis XIII from the bar. She sat at the bar to wait, wrapped both hands around the glass without drinking much. She kept looking towards the door.

Nothing.

No message.

No sound of tyres on the driveway.

No Marco.

The brandy burned when she finally took a sip, but even that could not soften the ache. Marco thought she was pulling away because of him.

The whole truth had Luca’s name in it. And if Marco ever saw that truth in her eyes, whatever remained between them might not survive.

Almost three o’clock, Valentina stood.

Enough.

She had made the threat. Now she would follow through. If Marco wanted to behave like a child, then she would locate him physically and embarrass them both in person. At this stage, shame had left the marriage. She stormed up the stairs.

First, she checked on Matteo. He slept peacefully in his crib, one little fist tucked near his cheek, mouth slightly open.

Valentina stood over him for a few moments.

Her son.

The one innocent thing in the middle of all this darkness. Then she went to her bedroom. She changed out of her nightwear and into a small summer dress. She slid her feet into sandals, grabbed her phone. She intended to stop by the quarters behind the house to inform the nanny to stay with Matteo while she was gone. Not that she planned to be long. She would go to Commissioned, find Marco, drag him into whatever private corner and force him to talk to her.

She went downstairs but by the time she reached the entrance hall, the front door opened. Marco stepped in.

Valentina stopped. The relief that hit her was so sharp it nearly made her knees weak. He looked tired.

He paused when he saw her.

She released a single sigh. "Hey..."

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