Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 107: Chapter 107

LUCA
I slammed my car door shut and leaned forward to speak to Marco. “Have the last batch of men deployed to Mr. Talciro’s house by this evening. You might have to stay there all night so be ready.”
He nodded and pulled his phone out, already making calls as I walked away.
I walked into Alina’s club and headed to her office. I was happy for once. Or at least cleared of all worries. I'd gotten to the station and spoken to Riley and my lawyer.
Riley was preparing a case under the behest of Riot who was insisting that we had taken the children even before Valerie had died.
My lawyer had said was so ludicrous no judge would give him the children on those grounds.
And my meeting Mr. Talciro had gone even better and we'd finally settled on forty percent of the profit for me and sixty for him. And now I had lunch with Alina.
It was the most settled day I'd had in a while.
I froze like a cornered animal when I scream broke the silence of the empty club. Another scream followed and I broke into a run when I recognized the voice.
I turned the corner and saw Mikhail and Ethan rushing into her office. A few seconds later, I slammed the door open and rushed behind the desk.
“Step back.” I snarled at the three men gathered around her. Pietro, Ethan and Mikhail backed away at once.
I lifted her into my arms and smelled the pepper spray at once. Fuck! She was swimming in the thing.
I was so mad I could have imploded right then. I could feel it in the way my fingers kept balling as I turned her red face towards the light.
“Ethan, get me water. A lot of it, right now.” I snapped at him.
“Alina? Can you hear me sunshine?” I asked desperately as she released a mellow sob, shaking in my arms.
“Oh goodness, Luca. Is that you? It burns. Please make it stop. It needs to stop.” Alina cried, her skin turning more red.
“She started it. It's all her fault!” I heard someone shout behind me.
I looked up to find Victoria struggling with Pietro whose pinched face told me he was one second away from slapping the daylights out of her.
It was Victoria who did this? I gave Pietro a look. “Take her to the dungeon, and where the hell is Ethan? I needed that water yesterday!”
Pietro walked her out but I stopped him before he stepped out.
“Victoria?” I growled, my heart beat almost louder than the words. “Pray to whatever God you worship that nothing happens to my wife, or I'll kill you.”
Her face blanched with fear. I looked away, trying to keep my temper abay because I meant every word.
Ethan returned with the water and I poured as much of it as I could on her face, flushing out the pepper oil on her skin, eyes and nose.
I knew that shit could hurt, and she obviously in massive amounts of pain.
Mikhail was fluttering around, uncertain what to do. I handed him my phone. “Get me a doctor right now. And some milk.”
Alina calmed down somewhat as we waited for the doctor to arrive. Her eyes stayed closed as she slipped her hand into mine and squeezed.
“Oh, Luca. I really thought I would die.” She breathed, blinking.
“I'm not going to let that happen. Don't open your eyes, Sunshine. Keep it closed until the doctor arrives.” I hold her fingers tighter.
Immediately the doctor arrived, I stood a few steps away and watched impatiently as he treated Alina. I could only hope the pain would go away soon.
When he was done, he stepped back, shaking his head. “She nearly lost her sight. What happened here?”
I didn't know either. I stepped back to Alina and lifted her into my arms. “Thank you for your help. Will you need another appointment with her?”
“Keep her eyes cool and closed as often as you can while it heals. I'll be there by morning to check in.”
I nodded and walked out with her in my arms. Alina curled into my body like a baby, sniffling softly now. I took her home and tucked her into bed.
I knelt by her side until she had fallen asleep.
I hadn’t prayed in years. But with her lying there, limp and trembling, I bowed my head like a child begging a father he no longer trusted. Not for forgiveness, but for mercy.
She was my sunshine.
I couldn't imagine the dark after losing her light. I didn't even want to. When she was sleeping, I backed away from the bed, slid my fingers into my pocket and walked to the dungeon.
Usually, I didn't turn on the lights, I preferred the darkness to scare the shit out of anyone who was brought into this room, but I turned the lights on.
Victoria was tied up in the middle of the room, her arms stretched across her back. She blinked when the lights turned on, her face red with finger marks.
I realized Pietro must have already beaten her on his way here.
“Luca.” She said, struggling against the binds binding her down. “I swear to you, I didn't want to. I swear I didn't.”
“Do I look like I care?” I whispered.
I didn’t wait for blood. I just wanted to hear the fear crack in her throat.
I didn't. I didn't care what the excuse was, I didn't care what the reasoning was. I cared that she hurt my wife. That first scream I'd heard was feral and primal.
It was the scream I pulled from men that I'd tortured within an inch of their lives. That should never have come from my wife.
I stopped in front of her, leaned forward and sniffed the air for her fear. She was shaking, tears, snot and fear ruining her clear skin.
Without a word, I lifted my hand and cracked it across her face.
Smack.
Victoria whimpered, her expression more surprised than hurt. I didn't hurt women, but when you pepper spray my wife in her office, I didn't care who you were.
You died. By my hand.