Semua Bab Signed To The Mafia King: Bab 141 - Bab 150

ALINAI called Sofia at each adoption kernel we went to. I could have gotten an agent to do this, but I wanted to do it myself because yes, it was a fifty fifty chance but I wanted to do something that Luca might like.The dog we settled on was a small one, barely the size of an adult cat. Immediately Sofia saw it, she pointed. “That's the one.” I looked at it, unsure. The dog had its front paws on the cage chain, yipping and yapping. “Are you sure? It's rather loud.” Sofia giggled. “Exactly. That sounds used to rile me off, until father got rid of the dog and we all missed it. He'll love it.”So I paid for the dog, sitting with it in my lap, my hands running through its fur as I hoped and prayed that Luca didn't hate me for his. Maybe I couldn’t give him peace, but I at least, I could give him this.Losing his dog at such a tender age must have bruised his mind, showed him just how violent and gory his world was. I wasn't surprised that he didn't want children, but maybe this coul

ALINAAs expected, Luca’s father was seated in the living room. His shirt was open to show a dusting of gray hair on his chest, and my mother was beside him, her bags packed. Luca stepped in beside me, stopping to glare at his Father. “Matteo…” Mother's frown was hotter than the sun. She sprang up from her seat, unhappily glaring at me. “Did you have to bring him here?” “He's not a dog, Mother, he has a name. He's my husband, of course he should be here.” I said tiredly. I wasn't going to have an argument with my Mother in front of the kids, so I walked away before she could reply, taking Maya and Leo with me. I had no doubt that Luca would have a few choice words for his Father, but that was no concern to me, so long as the kids didn't witness it. “Megan? Please help me set up the children's rooms. We'll take the room closest to Adriano’s room.” She nodded, and walked away. I took Maya and Leo with me, walking up to my former room. I would stay here for the few days we would b

LUCAI went back to my desk, punched my phone and brought up Marco’s number. Immediately he answered, I snarled into it. “Come down here right this minute.” Ending the call, I came around my desk, and sat on the edge of it. He hadn't just threatened to kill my wife. There was no fucking way. It would have been easier to sink a bullet into his numb skull, but I would rather not carry the stain of my father's blood on my hands.But his words sat with me. How the hell had he proposed to Bella before Alina asked me to marry her? Alina’s father had been buried barely a week before that. Had Matteo been carrying on an affair with Bella even before her husband's death?I lifted Matteo, sliding him into the chair where he sat groaning like a child. “Were you having an affair with Bella before her husband's death?” He dabbed at his nose with a kerchief. “Luca? You bastard. She was my choice over your mother. I've been having affair with her for more than thirty years.” Sliding my feet, I

ALINA “Now step away from him.” Vector waved the gun, a black look on his face that scared me more than the weapon he was swinging around. “Vector, what the hell are you doing?” I hissed at him, placing Pietro’s head gently on the floor and stepping away. “Why's my mother tied up behind you?” He pushed mother and she fell on the floor, then immediately crawled away. Vector watched her until she was safely across the room, guilt flickering across his face. My heart slammed into my throat, fire burning through me as he turned that gun on me. God, I hoped he didn't plan on shooting everyone, Maya and Leo were here too. “I said it already, Alina. You don't get to ask me questions. We'll go for a small drive together.” His lips tightened and he flicked the gun at the door. “Move.” He stepped forward, and instinctively, I stepped away from him. Without a word, Vector raised the gun, pulled the trigger, the report of a gun raising the hairs on the back of my neck. My head whipped

LUCAWe'd been going around in circles for the last hour. Bella was sobbing in the corner, Valentina sitting on the couch trying to soothe her. Pietro had called every contact he had, nothing. I'd done the same, and now, all we had was waiting. None of us had the patience for that.“Why didn't you kill him when you had the chance?” Pietro snapped at me. He stalked from end of the room to the other, muttering the question over and over again. Because I'd wanted to torture the bastard to within an inch or his life. But Pietro was right, I should have put a bullet in his skull and saved us this trouble. “I'll find them. Stop that fucking pacing, it's dizzying.” I snapped back, glaring at the back of his head. The house was swimming around my head as I dialed Marco again. He didn't answer again.“Shit, Vector could kill her,” Pietro said. He stopped, his chest heaving with one stagnant inhale after the last. “Vector was working with Alberto.” I pointed at the couch, glowering at him.