All Chapters of Signed To The Mafia King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ALINAI blinked at him.What kind of stupid question was that?He was really asking if I thought he didn’t want me?I folded my arms across my chest. I thought about ignoring him, but I was too angry. “Are you serious?”Luca didn’t answer. He just stared at me like I was the one who wasn’t making sense.I laughed, though I didn’t think his situation was funny anymore. “Your actions say everything, Luca. They speak louder than words.”His eyes darkened. “Oh yeah?” His voice was tight. “And what do my actions say?”My pulse kicked up, but I kept my chin high. “That you don’t want me.”Luca threw his hands in the air, looking like he had just heard the most ridiculous thing ever. “That’s bullshit.”“Is it?” I leaned in, my hands pressing into my lap. “You kissed me. You touched me. You had me spread out on that table like a fucking buffet,” I pressed my palms to my face, suddenly embarrassed, “and then you walked away. So forgive me for thinking you don’t want me.”Luca cursed under his

ALINAThe car ride was quiet.I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window at the places we passed. I hadn’t been back to my father’s house since the wedding.I hadn’t planned to return in a while, but now, here I was, heading straight there. My mother had refused to clean out my father’s study.Months after his death and she still didn't want to. Though my parents' marriage had been arranged, she had come to like him intensely.I wondered vaguely if that would ever happen for Luca and me.Valentina broke the silence. “So? How did the meeting go?”I tipped my head against the seat. “Roberto made a scene as usual. He pulled a gun on me.”Valentina stared at me, shocked. “You’re serious?”“Yeah.”A beat of silence. Then, “So what happened?”I didn’t look at her. “Luca came in and ruined everything. I had it under control. I even told him not to come, but of course, he didn't listen.”Valentina snorted. “By ruining everything, I guess you mean he saved your life?”I frowned at her

LUCAI sat in my office, fingers around the heavy glass of my tumbler. The whiskey burned down my throat, but it didn’t do much to calm me.The latest shipment of guns was late. I hated delays.These weren’t just any guns. The businesses who ordered from me paid top price because they knew I only dealt with the best.No second-rate stock, no excuses, and definitely no waiting. If I didn’t deliver on time, they’d start looking elsewhere.And that wasn’t going to happen.Marco sat across from me, relaxed in a way that made my patience even thinner."Anything yet?"He shook his head. "Still nothing."I held the glass tighter, then deliberately loosened my fingers. I didn’t want to break the glass. It had been a birthday gift from Sofia. "I want updates every five minutes. If that shipment isn’t here soon, I’ll be the one handling it myself."Marco didn’t argue. He just nodded, watching as I downed the rest of my drink and set the empty glass on the desk with a dull thud.I leaned back in

LUCAI had no damn clue who was stupid enough to steal from me.The Alvarados? Maybe. My father had said they had something planned. Had they found out about three shipments and decided that they wanted a part of it? I didn't think so. This was too bold. Too messy. They weren’t reckless enough to pull something like this.Or was I wrong?I held the steering wheel tighter, my foot pressing harder on the gas. Victoria’s name went through my mind, and I nearly laughed. No chance. She didn’t have the power for this. Even if she wanted to pay me back for refusing to keep her as my mistress, she wouldn’t be this reckless.Would she?I clenched my teeth and shook the thought off as I pulled up to the building. My men were inside, waiting. I had called three of them I trusted most for a meeting. The second I walked through the door, the conversation cut off.Viktor stood by the table, arms crossed. Dario leaned forward, elbows on his knees. Rafael was near the window, unreadable as ever.

LUCAThe dungeon smelled like damp and blood. The man was hanging from the ceiling, arms stretched, his head slumped forward. He was still conscious but barely. And I hadn't even touched him yet. I sat in the chair across from him, legs spread, elbows on my knees. My fingers tapped against my thigh, my thigh tapped against the chair. Something about this wasn’t sitting right.The shipment showed up at Alina’s warehouse. The missing drivers. The fact that this man, one of the original drivers, was still alive when the others had disappeared.I didn’t like it.The door creaked open. Marco and Olga stepped in.“The shipment is secure,” Marco said. “It’ll be distributed by morning.”I nodded, my eyes still on the man hanging in front of me.Olga stepped forward. “You want me to handle him?”I didn’t answer right away. I could question him now, break a few bones, force him to talk, but the truth was, I wasn’t sure he even knew anything. Not yet.He was one of my men and I didn't doubt t