All Chapters of Signed To The Mafia King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LUCAI knew the Alvarados.Which meant I also knew nothing good could come from Alina’s uncles meeting them.I stood beside her, listening to Roberto and Alberto whisper in the dimly lit hallway, their voices just low enough that they clearly didn’t want to be overheard. But Alina had pulled away the moment she heard them, and now I couldn’t ignore it either. Even though I really wanted to. I wanted to pull her into my arms and against the wall, eating her up like candy. I wanted to kiss her until her eyes were hazy with lust, I wanted to treat her like my pet. I couldn't do any of it. Three weeks.That was what Roberto had said. Three weeks until whatever they were planning came into effect.Alina’s body was tense beside me, but she wasn’t moving. I didn’t like that. I didn’t like the way she froze, the way she seemed to be preparing to deal with them. So I didn’t give her time to.I took her hand, turned the corner, and smiled like I had just stumbled upon long-lost relatives

LUCAThe warehouse smelled like cement and metal, oil and sweat. I stood near the loading dock, arms crossed, watching the men unload crates from the truck.Everything was running smoothly so far. No delays, no mistakes. Just how I wanted it. The men knew better than to make silly mistakes, especially when I was watching.Marco stood beside me, hands in his pockets, watching the scene like he was waiting for something to go wrong.He was always like that, never trusting anything to go as planned. I didn’t blame him. These goods in particular were very illegal and very expensive.Guns like these came into the market once in a blue moon. I expected I'd make a hundred million just from this batch."Make sure they get everything sorted fast," I said. "The businesses that already paid, get theirs first."Marco nodded, giving a sharp whistle. The men moved faster. They didn’t need to be told twice.I shifted my feet, lowering my voice. "My father’s back."Marco turned his head sharply, his

ALINA I stepped out of the car, smoothing my hands down the front of my blazer.The mansion in front of me was quiet, its tall gates locked, the windows dark.From the outside, it looked like just another expensive house built away from the center of the city, but I knew better.It was a safe house, one of my father’s best-kept secrets, owned under an offshore company in his lawyer’s name.Only a handful of people knew it existed, and those people were waiting for me inside.My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to stay calm. I wasn’t here to be the nervous daughter of Emilio Costa.I was here to be the woman taking his place.Beside me, Pietro watched me closely.“How do I look?” I asked, steady even though my heart was knocking against my chest too fast.He gave me a small, reassuring smile. “Perfect, Al.”I nodded, ignoring the tightness in my chest as I turned toward the doors.Inside, the air was fragrant with the smell of expensive cigars and whiskey. The moment I stepped int

LUCAThe room was dead silent.Roberto brought the gun down, but it didn’t matter. He’d already made the mistake.And I never let mistakes slide. If I did, they repeated themselves—like this one.I moved before anyone could say a word. I reached Roberto and lifted my hand to take the gun. He saw my hand coming and tried to fight, shoving back, holding the gun tighter.I almost slapped him, but I didn't bother. He was weak and desperate.I barely put in any effort. One twist, a strong pull, and the gun was in my hands.Roberto staggered. His chest rose and fell. The men at the table murmured at how easily I had disarmed him.Weak.I tested the weight of the gun in my palm, unimpressed. Then, without warning, I rammed it hard against Roberto’s head.The sound was sickening. A dull, heavy crack as it hit his skull.Roberto fell back, hands flying up too late. Blood ran down the side of his face, sliding past his ear, dripping onto his white shirt.His face twisted with rage as he screame

ALINAI was shaking hard, my ass barely able to stay on the table.Luca pulled a chair closer to the table and sat. He pulled his pants down his legs, and his hard cock jumped free of his pants.He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking himself as he watched me. His voice was rough when he spoke. “Get off the table and touch me.”I swallowed. My pulse pounded at my throat.I had never done this before. Not really. The only time I had ever seen a man naked had been years ago, in school, when I was drunk and reckless.The fumbling, the clumsy hands, the slippery kisses—it had turned me off completely.But this was different.Luca was different.Luca, who was looking at me like I was water and he was thirsty.Luca, who looked like he wanted to bite me as he fucked me into tomorrow.I dropped off the table and knelt in front of him. I reached out gently, my fingers brushing over the thickness of his hard cock.He was hot, smooth, pulsing under my fingers. My breath hitched. He was big