Semua Bab Signed To The Mafia King: Bab 171 - Bab 180

LUCA The soldier was shoved into the dungeon with all the subtlety of a bag of meat. He hit the stone floor with a grunt, arms zip-tied behind him, blood already crusting along his temple from where my men had roughed him up. He looked young—mid-twenties maybe—but not naive. There was stubbornness in his jawline and something glassy behind his eyes that said he’d already calculated his odds and found them lacking. I didn’t speak right away. I just stood there in the shadows, watching him like a wolf might watch a rabbit bleeding out in the snow. The soldier’s breath came heavy. “I told you…” The dungeon stank of old rust and blood, and his blood was about to soak the floor. The man was tied to the chair. His head lolled forward, hair slick with sweat, a trail of red down the side of his face from where Rafael had hit him earlier. He wasn’t trembling. Not yet. But he would be I stood, arms folded, watching the rise and fall of his breath. Rafael stepped beside me. “He ha

LUCAThe morning sun poured through the curtains, warm and soft across the bedroom floor. Alina was already dressed, her hair curled and tucked behind her ears, her perfume leaving a trail of something sweet in the hallway.I leaned against the doorframe, watching her slip into her heels. "Are you really going to waste that dress on your sister and a face scrub?"Alina rolled her eyes. "It’s called a spa day, not a waste. And yes, I am. Don’t pretend you don't like this dress."She was right. The dress flattered her figure like it was made for her alone, all soft silk and swaying hips. I didn't say that, though. I just stepped forward and took her hand, leading her out.We reached the car and I opened the door for her, but before she could slide in, I tugged her gently toward me and pressed a hard kiss against her mouth. She tasted like honey and something slightly like butter. My hands wrapped at her waist longer than necessary.She looked up at me, eyes wide and knowing. "Don’t d

ALINA Dinner was already on the table when I walked in.Leo was chewing something far too fast for his mouth to handle, and Maya was cross-legged on her chair like the floor was lava. Luca sat between them, calm, as if nothing in the world had changed in the last few hours. I certainly hoped nothing had. I knew he'd planned to spend the day questioning Analide, and I hoped he'd managed to extract some information from her. I kissed the kids first. Maya grabbed both sides of my face and kissed my nose. Leo grinned, a stain still on one cheek. Then I leaned down and brushed my lips against Luca’s. "Is she still alive?"His nod was slight, almost invisible. I straightened, heart steady but nowhere near calm.We ate. Maya talked about a bird that flew into her classroom window and "definitely died, but then came back to life, so it was fine." Luca’s hand found mine under the table, and his eyes were stormy. Too dark for dinner with the kids. Something was wrong and that meant eithe

ALINAThe words weren’t meant to scare me I was sure. They were just the truth of who this man was, and somehow, that was worse than if Luca had been trying to scare me. "What did you do to him?" I asked, even though I was almost sure I didn’t want the full picture."Exactly what I was told to do." He didn't look away, but there was no emotion in his eyes. Luca continued, his voice just as dead. "Except it didn’t take. He didn't die. He was the exception and my father nearly killed me for that.” It took me a second to understand, then my stomach turned cold.He’d been eighteen. Barely out of whatever counted as youth in his world. And his own father thrown him into that kind of kill-or-be-killed game with a man who could survive it and come back angrier.I wanted to reach for his hand again, and this time, I didn’t stop myself.He let me.Luca’s eyes stayed on me like he was measuring the space between my pulse and panic.“Come show me your father’s safe house,” he said. “The o

LUCAThe office door shut behind us, and clicked, locking us in there. I didn’t bother locking it, it locked itself. The sound still made Analide turn, her eyes narrowing like a trapped cat’s.“You know my father will get the wrong idea with us locked in here,” she said. Her voice was somewhere between warning and invitation. And I just didn't understand her. I leaned back against my desk. “Good. You're the only one who thinks I care what your father thinks.” Her brows lifted, the faintest shake of her head moving her hair against her cheeks. “I don’t care what idea he gets,” I added. And I didn’t. Not even a little. If Talciro wanted to imagine I was bedding his daughter, that was his problem. Hell, maybe it was his fantasy. Given the way he’d looked at me earlier, I wouldn’t be shocked if he’d already tried pimping her out to someone he wanted a favor from.And that thought, God help me, made something almost like pity creep in. There was much of it. ot enough to soften m