All Chapters of Signed To The Mafia King: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

LUCAAlvez’s grin was all the proof that I needed to be sure that he meant it. “You can't go there and make a fucking scene. He'll shoot you in the head.” I muttered.I'd never claim I wanted my father's happiness, matter of fact I wouldn't give two fucks if Alvez shot him, but knowing my father, he wouldn't take chances with his wedding. Vector shoved his hands into his pockets, tilting his head. “He’s right, Luca. You should come. It’s better if he sees you there, if everyone sees you. It’s power if you walk in and remind him who you are. Show him who really rules this town.” I slanted my head down, working through the knot of anger in my throat. “Or I walk in and slit his throat in front of his bride. Don’t tempt me.”The silence that followed was thick, broken only by the shuffle of guards escorting Mila’s screams farther down the drive.Vector studied me with that feral grin of his, but his eyes were searching, and measuring me. “Wouldn’t be the worst way to end a wedding.”“I

LUCAAlvez fell in step beside me, his hoodie pulled low over his face, the light of his cigarette barely visible. Vector walked ahead, his shoulders tense and jaw set like he was marching to war.We were matching to war. Matteo had been bouncing between safe houses like a hunted dog for weeks. We’d mapped every pattern, every stop. Ionight, he was cornered. I’d planned this raid down to the last second. We were go break in, cut him down, strip him of the empire he built off our blood. I was going to make him crawl, and beg, then make him live with what he’d done.I wanted him to look me in the eye while I cut him into pieces. “Cameras show four guys outside the place,” Vector muttered, glancing at the tablet in his hands as we reached the cars. “They’re armed, and there's two more on the roof.”“Inside the house?” I asked.“There’s no more than five. He’s not expecting company.”Good. Let him be comfortable. Let him sip his whiskey and believe no one would dare come for him.Alve

ALINALuca was asleep beside me, sprawled on his back with one arm over his chest, his features soft in a way that made him look younger. He looked almost peaceful, if not for the faint furrow still between his brows. Even in sleep, some part of him never rested.I reached out, brushing his hair off his forehead, and my chest squeezed. Yesterday’s events felt unreal, as though I was trapped a nightmare I couldn’t quite escape. Matteo was dead. Luca had killed him. The man who’d spent years hurting him, breaking him, now gone, by his own hand.I thought it would feel like relief, but there was still something dark hiding in Luca’s eyes when he’d come home last night. He’d said he was fine, but I knew he wasn’t. At least not completely.I slid carefully out of bed, pressing a kiss to his temple before slipping on one of his shirts. It was loose around me, brushing my thighs as I walked downstairs. Cooking was a distraction, and it was one I needed, besides, no one ever said no t

ALINABella’s hand trembled as she moved the gun from me to Luca. Her face was pale under the warm lights, a strange mix of grief and fury twisting her features until she barely looked like my mother anymore.“You killed him,” she spat. “How could you? After everything I did for you, for this family, this is how you repay me?” I didn’t look away from my mother's face, and it wasn't because I wasn’t terrified, because I was shaking in my shoes. Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to run, to duck, to scream for help. But Luca was beside me, and if there was a single thing I knew for certain, it was that I wasn’t going to let her hurt him.“Everything you did for me?” My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms. “You helped Matteo kill my father, Mama. I know what you did. You stood by and watched while he took everything from us, and I forgave you. I didn’t say a word. I swallowed it, even when it burned every time I looked at you. Don’t you dare stan

LUCADinner was loud. Louder than I’d have liked for someone who’d been shot a few days ago, but I let it happen because the kids deserved it.Maya was laughing at something on Pietro’s phone, the sound of her tiny giggles lighting the dining room.Bruno was stretched out under the table, tail thumping every so often like he was in a good mood. My plate was barely touched. Between the stitches in my side pulling every time I moved and the storm that was always brewing in the back of my head, food didn’t exactly feel like a priority. Alina sat next to me, hair tucked behind her ear, laughing as she spooned mashed potatoes onto Leo’s plate.She caught me staring and gave me this small, knowing smile that said she wasn’t fooled for a second by my silence.That’s when my phone rang. I didn’t even check the caller ID. Campbell’s voice reached my ears the moment I pressed answer.“Mila’s gone.”I leaned back, my fingers tightening around the fork I hadn’t realized I was still holding. “