Lahat ng Kabanata ng Signed To The Mafia King: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

ALINAAdriano’s suitcase sat open on his bed, clothes folded in neat stacks. For a boy who’d spent half his childhood throwing things everywhere, the sight almost broke me. He was quiet as he worked, his jaw tight, eyes focused on the bag like packing socks was a matter of life or death.“You’re sure you’ve got everything?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe, trying to sound light even though something in his silence made my stomach twist.“Yeah.” He zipped the bag and turned to me. That was when I saw it. His eyes were filled with questions. He sighed, looked away, the back at me again. “What’s wrong?” My voice softened without thinking.He hesitated, then sighed again. “I still haven’t changed my mind, Alina.”I blinked. “About what?”“The Mafia. I’m not doing it. I’m not taking over. And I wanted to let you know that when I graduate…I’m leaving the country.”The words punched into my guts. “Leaving?” I repeated, stunned.He nodded. “Yeah. For good. I don’t…I don’t want to

LUCAThe minute I answered the call and heard my father’s voice, my chest went tight like a trigger being pulled halfway.“I have an offer for you,” Matteo said, calm like we were discussing business and not trying to bury each other alive. “Walk away from Alina. File for divorce. I’ll make your little court case disappear.”I didn’t speak. I just stared at the window like maybe the glass could shatter from silence.“She’s a liability,” he continued. “She’s cost you more than she’s worth. You want to survive this world, son? Cut her loose and take over Costa. Kill her if you have to. But take that crown while it’s still warm.”I swallowed the taste of rust. “Kill her?” My voice barely sounded like mine.“It’s not personal,” he said. “It’s strategic. You’re too soft now. You used to have guts, now look at you—letting some girl pull your strings.”I let out a low, hollow laugh. “Then why not kill Bella, if you’re so hungry for blood? She was the one who sheltered me when you were too bu

ALINAI watched Luca's face closely as he told me about the footprints. He was calm, too calm, which only meant he was trying not to scare me, or the kids, but I could see it in the tightness of his jaw, the way his fingers drummed against the edge of the windowpane. Something had shaken him."You don’t think someone actually got this close to the house, do you?" I asked, keeping my voice as calm as his had been. He didn’t answer immediately. He exhaled slowly."I already called Pietro. They're going to do a quiet sweep of the property. I don’t want to alarm the kids."My stomach dropped. "You think someone’s still here?""I don’t know. But whoever it was, they weren’t wearing shoes. That means they were being careful. Very careful.” “How come the men didn't catch this man? If Leo hadn't seen him, we wouldn't even know.” I muttered. “There will be questions later, Alina. Right now, we need to find this man, and we need to find who he came from.” My chest tightened. There was onl

LUCAI dialed Alina as I turned the wheel, my eyes pinned to the taillights ahead of me.She picked up on the second ring. "Hey. Is everything okay?""Yeah. Just checking in. Where are you?""Still home. Valentina came by so we’re just talking. Nothing dramatic."I exhaled, nodding to myself. Her voice grounded me. It made it okay to be calm. She was safe, and at home. "Good. I’m following Marco.""Following him where?""That’s the thing. I don’t know. He’s not headed anywhere specific. Just circling.""Be careful.""Always. I’ll be home as soon as I’m done with him."I ended the call and tossed the phone into the passenger seat. Marco’s car turned again, heading back toward the same stretch we started from. I kept two cars behind, just close enough to track him but far enough that he wouldn’t notice, though I was beginning to think he already had.We made another turn, then another. He was circling blocks like he was waiting for a tail to shake loose. There was no real destinatio

LUCA “Luca? What are you doing?” I heard Alina’s voice and her fingers around my arm, pulling me back, away from my father. My knuckles still ached. I could feel the pulse of it everywhere in my anger. It was a dull throb like my hand was trying to remind me of what I'd done. Ws if I could forget the sound of my own fist landing against his jaw. As if I could unsee the way his head jerked to the side. Bella’s eyes flashed before her palm came crashing across my face. She slapped me, shaking me the very next second. I didn't move, just stood there, my jaw clenched, cheek burning. “Have you completely lost your mind?” she hissed, her voice sharp enough to saw through bone. “You’re still that angry little boy inside, aren’t you? Still looking for a fight. We haven't done anything. What are you trying to do?” I didn’t look at her. My eyes were on Matteo. He stood a few feet away, fingers brushing the side of his face, jaw already coloring with a bruise. He didn’t look hur