Semua Bab Signed To The Mafia King: Bab 191 - Bab 200

LUCAThe only way we were getting out was shooting our way out,and that's what we did. “Keep shooting and don't fucking stop.” I yelled at Vector, shoving a crate in front of me and shooting from the side. My ears were ringing from the echo of the bullets, but it didn't matter because we were creeping steadily closer to the door. We didn't need to kill all the men, we needed to get out. “I'm going to stand and distract them, you move the crate to the door. You have a few seconds. Do you understand?” Vector nodded,. pushing the crate forward while I stood. My skull was splitting in two but the men were falling like fleas from each shot. And they were shooting back, the bullets hitting my arm, and shoulder. “Get down here! You'll get yourself killed.” “Get us out of this place!” I screamed at Vector and sok , he'd dragged the crate to the side door shoved the door open and backed us out. The clean air outside was a relief and I drank it in, my chest and shoulders burning. I coul

LUCAIf I didn’t know better, I’d think I was home.Not hiding in a cabin so deep in the woods the sunlight feels filtered, and strained. Mot hunted, not constantly calculating every sound outside the window. Just… home.Because when I opened my eyes, Alina was there, barefoot, balancing a tray in her hands. Her hair was messy from sleep, her sweatshirt hanging too wide on one shoulder. The smell of fried eggs, buttered toast, and coffee carried across the room before she even reached me.“Good morning,” she whispered, like saying it too loud might break the spell of calm we were trapped in. I propped myself up against the headboard, my shoulder still aching where the bullet had grazed me yesterday. The bandage tugged when I moved, a reminder that normal was a lie. But looking at her, I wanted to buy into it anyway.She set the tray on my lap, her eyes looking up to mine as if waiting for me to tell her she’d done too much. I didn’t. I picked up the fork, and I ate. And for te

LUCAThe door slammed so hard the frame shuddered, rattling the picture on the wall. Marco’s footsteps thundered down the hall, and then it was just thick silence.The echo of Marco’s boots on the stairs stuck with me long after he was gone.Still. His face stuck with me. That break in his voice when he’d asked since when I trusted Vector more than him. He looked more hurt than furious. But I could feel the anger burning under his skin like a fuse waiting to hit the powder.The door had slammed, but the sound still rang like an accusation.I stayed standing, one hand braced against the table, my shoulder a steady throb under my shirt. Marco’s words hadn’t been quiet. He hadn’t wanted them to be.Since when do you trust Vector and not me?He’d looked more hurt than furious, but hurt could turn into fury if you let it sit long enough.I pulled my phone out, thumbed through to Olga’s number.He picked up on the first ring. “Boss.”“Keep an eye on Marco,” I said. My voice came out flat

LUCAI sat there for a while after he finished talking, my gun still resting heavy in my hand. His words replayed in my head, the way to get into Alvez’s bunker, the weak point, the hint of men inside who might not be fully loyal. It wasn’t nothing. In fact, it was more than I’d expected. But looking at him slumped against the chair, pale, shaking, his blood pooling across the dirty floor, I couldn’t help thinking of all the ways this man had already betrayed me.He’d lured me out. He’d put Alina and the kids in more danger than they already were. And the worst part? He’d done it with the excuse of “my family, my daughters.”I stared at him. His chest rose in short, ragged bursts, like every breath was costing him more than he could afford. He must’ve felt me thinking it over, weighing whether or not I should let him crawl out of here alive, because he tried to speak again.“I gave you what you wanted,” he rasped. “Please. My daughters… they didn’t ask for this.”That part almost g

CHAPTER 200LUCAMarco leaned back into his seat. How could he lean back and look so comfortable, as though he hadn't just dropped a live grenade into my lap. Riot and Daniel made sense, they were brothers. What didn't make sense was the fact that they hadn't ripped each other into shreds. After finding out that Daniel wasn't his brother, I'd expected Riot to fight for his place at the head of the Alvarado Cartel. Now, in hindsight, that was probably too much to hope for from the dumb ass. “So this is your big revelation? Daniel and Riot teaming up? Do you expect me to take your word for it?” I wanted to laugh it up, but nothing in me found it funny. My fingers were flat on the desk, and I couldn't decide if I wanted to choke him or thank him. “I wouldn't risk sharing it with you if I wasn't absolutely certain, Luca. What the fuck do you think I am? A fool?” “Maybe you came because you're bored. Maybe you…” “Fucking stop, Luca. Didn't you just say you're sorry for doubting m