Chapter 160 – You Are Not God. Vittorio
Chapter 160 – You Are Not God. Vittorio
Katarina’s POV
“Vittorio, let me go! I can walk by myself!”
My voice bounced off the hallway walls, but he didn’t slow down. His hand was locked around my wrist like a steel cuff.
“I told you, I’m fine,” I said again, tugging against him. “You’re making a scene!”
He didn’t even look back. “You fainted at a racetrack and nearly got hit by a car. You’re not fine.”
“I didn’t nearly get hit,” I argued. “The barrier stopped it!”
He shot me a look over his shoulder — sharp, quiet, and deadly. “If that barrier hadn’t held, you’d be a smear on the asphalt.”
“Jesus, you’re dramatic,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “Where are we even going?”
“The lab,” he said. “You said you might be pregnant.”
My heart jumped. “I said might be! I haven’t done a test yet!”
“You’re doing one now.”
“What?” I pulled my hand out of his grip. “No. I didn’t agree to that.”
“You don’t have to,” he said, his tone flat as a blade. “We’re already in the hospital. Might as well confirm it.”
“I didn’t even tell you for sure!” I hissed. “It was supposed to be private until I knew! You shouldn’t be telling anyone—”
He stopped in front of me, his eyes burning into mine. “You’re carrying my child. That stopped being private the second you said it.”
My stomach twisted. “You don’t even know that! You don’t know if it’s yours or—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” he warned, voice low.
Before I could say another word, the door behind us opened. Valentino stepped in, bandage still on his temple. “What’s going on?”
Vittorio didn’t turn. “We’re confirming something.”
“Confirming what?” Valentino looked at me, confused. “Kat?”
I folded my arms. “He’s dragging me for a pregnancy test.”
Valentino’s face went pale. “Pregnant? Wait— you’re pregnant?”
I sighed. “I don’t know yet! I just said I might be.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked quietly.
“Because you’d start acting like him!” I pointed at Vittorio. “Hovering, controlling, making everything worse!”
Vittorio’s jaw tightened. “If you think this is fussing, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Vittorio, stop it!” I said. “You can’t just—”
Before I could finish, he leaned down, scooped me up off the floor, and threw me over his arm like I weighed nothing.
“Put me down!” I smacked his shoulder. “I swear, I’ll scream!”
“You already are,” he said.
Nurses stared as he carried me down the hall. One of them whispered, “Is that the De Luca boss?” Another muttered, “Don’t look at them—keep walking.”
I wanted to die of embarrassment.
He pushed into a private lab room, set me down on the bed, and snapped his fingers at a nurse. “Run a pregnancy test. And draw her blood. I want full results.”
The nurse froze, eyes wide. “Yes, sir.”
“Wait!” I said. “You can’t just—”
He turned to me, voice calm but cold. “I can. You scared me today. You don’t get to argue.”
I stared at him, heart pounding. “You’re not God, Vittorio.”
He leaned closer, eyes sharp. “No. But I decide what happens to you and the baby.”
The air went still. Even the nurse stopped breathing.
Before I could speak, Fiorella’s voice filled the room. “Oh, my God.”
We all turned. She stood at the door, face painted in shock, but her eyes — they were dry, flat.
“Katarina,” she said sweetly, stepping closer. “You’re pregnant?”
I blinked. “Why do you sound surprised?”
“I’m just… so happy for you,” she said, pressing a hand to her chest. “It’s wonderful news.”
Her face didn’t match her tone. It was too calm and Too rehearsed.
Vittorio studied her quietly, then said, “You never liked hospitals, Fiorella. You always refused to step into one.”
She smiled stiffly. “People change.”
“Do they?” he asked, voice like ice.
She looked away. “Of course. I just wanted to see if she’s okay.”
He didn’t answer. He just stared at her like he was seeing something no one else could.
After a tense silence, he called over his shoulder, “Ghost.”
Ghost appeared in the doorway a second later.
“Take her home,” Vittorio ordered. “Now.”
Fiorella blinked. “What? Why?”
“Because something’s off about you,” he said flatly. “The Old Fiorella hated hospitals. And she vomited at the sight of blood and syringes.”
Her hand froze mid-gesture.
“Vittorio” she started, but his tone cut through her words.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Ghost nodded and stepped forward. “Ma’am.”
Fiorella hesitated, forcing a smile. “You’re paranoid.”
“I’m Smart as Fuck,” Vittorio said. “That’s what paranoia gets you.”
Ghost led her out, her heels clicking down the hallway until the sound disappeared.
When the door shut, I exhaled. “That was… weird.”
He didn’t answer. He just turned to the nurse. “You have five minutes.”
The nurse moved quickly, taking my blood and handing me a small cup for the pregnancy test. When I came back, Vittorio was pacing. Valentino stood near the window, arms folded.
“This is insane,” I muttered. “You two watching me like hawks.”
Vittorio stopped pacing. “You almost died. I’ll watch you as long as I have to.”
“Vittorio—”
“No,” he said sharply. “You think I’m doing this for control? I’m doing it because I don’t lose what’s mine.”
I stared at him, chest tight. “You’re scaring me.”
He didn’t blink. “Good. You should be.”
The nurse came back a few minutes later, holding a white envelope and a small sheet. “Results are ready, sir.”
Vittorio took it. “Read it.”
She glanced nervously at me, then at him. “Congratulations, sir. She’s pregnant.”
My heart dropped. “It’s… real?”
She nodded. “Yes, signorina. The blood confirms it.”
Valentino let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. “Damn.”
Vittorio’s eyes softened for half a second. Then they hardened again. “Get her blood results printed too.”
The nurse hesitated. “For what?”
“DNA draft,” he said. “I want to trace her bloodline.”
I frowned. “Why?”
He looked at me, unreadable. “Because you have marks that connect you to people who want you dead. And I want to know why.”
“What marks?” I whispered.
“The one on your shoulder,” he said quietly. “It’s not just a scar. It’s a Kitsune sigil.”
My throat went dry. “You think I’m one of them?”
“I think you’re connected,” he said. “And if I find out they’re coming for you, I’ll kill them first.”
“Vittorio”
“Enough,” he said, turning to the nurse. “Prepare the discharge papers. She’s coming home.”
“Home?” I repeated. “I’m not going anywhere until you explain—”
He leaned down, his voice a whisper in my ear. “You’ll rest. You’ll eat. You’ll stay under my roof until I say otherwise. You’re carrying my child, and I’m done gambling with fate.”
My breath hitched. “You’re acting like—like I’m property.”
He brushed his thumb against my chin. “No. Like you’re priceless.”
The nurse handed him the report, her hands shaking. He signed it without reading.
As he turned to leave, Valentino caught my hand gently. “Hey,” he said quietly. “Don’t hide things from me again. Promise?”
I looked at him, torn, exhausted. “I promise.”
He gave me a small, sad smile and let go.
Vittorio was already waiting by the door, his shadow stretching across the floor. “Let’s go, little fox.”
I hesitated. “And Fiorella?”
“She’s being watched,” he said without looking back. “If she’s not who she says she is, I’ll find out soon enough.”
As he pushed open the door, I caught the faintest flicker of emotion in his voice — something between fury and fear.
And just before we stepped into the hall, he turned and looked at me one last time.
His hand brushed my stomach, just once, his voice low enough only I could hear.
“They’ll have to walk through me to touch you,” he said.
And I believed him. God help anyone who tried.