Signed To The Mafia King

ALINAI just walked into THE MONSTER’S home. I stood stiffly in Luca Marino's study, trying not to stare at the blood on the floor near the corner. The dry smell of cigars and whiskey filled the room. The huge desk in front of me looked like it belonged to a king—or a very dangerous man.This was a bad idea.A terrible idea.But my father was dead, my family was falling apart, and my younger brother and sister were depending on me. There was no turning back.The door slammed open behind me. Heavy footsteps followed, then stopped."Who the hell are you?" The voice was deep like the depths of the ocean. Deep and cold. I turned into the darkest pair of eyes I'd ever seen. Luca Marino. The Monster. My mouth went dry.He was tall, with messy black hair and sharp dark eyes that felt like they could pin me to the wall. His black shirt was rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong arms, one of which was stained with blood. A tattoo of a beautiful mermaid was on his forearm, so clear i

ALINAWe stepped out of the door to find Marco already turning away. Hehesitated, looking at me like I was in the way. Luca caught it and waved him on. “Spit it out.”Marco cleared his throat. “Someone left us a message. Out back.”My stomach twisted. A message? I wanted to ask what kind, but something in Luca’s face told me I wouldn’t like the answer.There was an edge to him now. Something sharper. Dangerous.I knew then he'd been playing with me before. I pressed my eyes closed and sighed. I remembered the blood spilling down the man's face. I'd nearly vomited my breakfast then. We followed Marco out to the back of the property. The air was heavy, the kind that settles in your chest when something terrible is about to happen. I followed Luca, my heart pumping in my chest. Thirty or so men were there, all armed. They shifted as Luca walked through, their silence saying everything I needed to know about his authority.My breath caught when I saw the body.Blood pooled around the m

ALINAMy maid arranged the lace sleeves of my wedding gown for the third time. She put string of pearls around my neck, the coolness of the beads heavy against my skin. "You look beautiful, signorina," she whispered.I gave her a weak smile, my heart hammering too loudly to say thank you. My reflection in the mirror looked like someone else. The dress was beautiful, a classic white gown that tight around my waist and flared out at my hips.The door was pushed open and Valentina burst through the door. She looked stunning in her red dress, but her face was white with worry.She had tried to convince me to cancel the wedding for two days now. I had refused. “Out,” she said, waving a hand at the maid.The girl stopped, but I nodded, and she ran out. “Alina, are you serious about this?” Valentina grabbed my shoulders, shaking me lightly. “Do you know what you’re doing?”“I’m walking down that aisle and marrying Luca,” I said, though my heart was racing. Luca and I had settled on a dat

LUCALuca stepped into the room, tearing his suit off. He couldn't remember the last time he had worn one. He snapped a finger at Demetrius, one of his men. “Pour me a drink. Make it a strong one.” Marco waved Demetrius away, and poured the drink himself. He squeezed half a lemon inside the gin, and brought it over. “Don't get drunk. You still have to bed your wife.” Luca grunted and gulped down half of the drink. He grunted, faking a groan. Marco laughed, tipping back half his drink too. “To your marriage. May it give us healthy sons and daughters. Sons especially.”Luca closed his eyes, remembering Alina's wide eyes as she stared up at him, her teeth biting into her lower lip. Oh definitely, they would make children. Lots of them if she kept staring at him like that. “She's going to be a wild one.” Marco said, sitting across from Luca. They had a meeting in three minutes. Someone had thrown a body over his wall, Luca wanted to find out who it was. He was at his small house. A s

LUCAMy hands were shaking, all the blood rushing from my head down to my cock. I could feel how hard it was pressing against my pants.Alina’s eyes were closed tight, her chest rising and falling hard.I growled. “Go on.”She opened her eyes. “Marco is outside the door.”I rolled my eyes. “To hell with Marco.”As if he had heard my words, Marco banged on the door again. For fuck’s sake!I closed my eyes and forced my hands to stay steady. I took a large step away from Alina. “Stay in bed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”I stepped into her and kissed her long and hard. She was too shocked to kiss me back, but I liked her soft lips against mine.I pulled her gently from the door, stepped outside, and closed it. Marco was covered in blood too.He also looked very sorry, which didn’t make me feel any better. “Marco. You could have given me a few minutes before banging on my door like that.”Marco grinned. “Did I interrupt something?”I walked by him, fists at my side, begging my cock to