Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 14: Chapter 14

LUCA
I sat in my chair, staring at the dark window of my office. I should have been focused on the meeting, but my mind didn't seem to want that.
Alina was a virgin.
I could barely believe it.
And it shouldn’t have mattered.
I should have been able to take my pleasure from my wife without caring about something so pointless.
It wasn’t like I had ever been interested in a woman’s virginity before. In fact, I had always avoided it.
I liked experienced women, women who knew what they were doing, who didn’t need soft words or careful hands.
But with Alina…
My jaw tightened. It did bother me, and that was the problem.
It shouldn’t make a difference. And yet, the moment I’d realized what she was, I had pulled away from her like I’d been burned.
I shook the thought away. I was in a bad mood, and I knew exactly who I was about to take it out on.
Diavolo sat across from me, his lips twisted, his hands tied behind his back. He looked calm, too calm for a man in his position. But I knew fear when I saw it.
It was in the tightness of his shoulders, the lock in his jaw.
Since seeing the Mianka tattoo on the men, I'd had Diavolo watched daily. When my men had found a chance, he'd been captured with his wife, and brought here at once.
I leaned forward. “Who paid you?”
He didn’t answer.
Diavolo was the leader of The Mianka, a group of mercenaries who sold their services to the highest bidder.
If you wanted someone killed, shot, burned, dead, and you wanted it done fast, you hired The Mianka.
I didn’t expect him to tell me who had sent his men after me; I was only trying to get him to send three of his men after them. In exchange for his wife’s life.
She was tied up in front of me, her dark eyes burning with anger. She looked like she wanted to spit in my face for even daring to threaten her husband.
I grabbed a knife from the desk and ran the flat edge along my palm. “You do understand what position you’re in, don’t you?”
Diavolo smiles though I knew he wasn't very amused right then. “You won’t kill me, Luca.”
I tilted my head. “No. But I don’t need to kill you to get what I want.”
Diavolo stiffened. I didn't need to explain for him to understand what I meant.
I turned back to him. “You won’t give me a name, but I’m sure your wife will.”
The calm was gone now. He pulled at his ties around his arm. “Don’t touch her.”
I leaned into my chair. I wouldn't kill his wife, she was obviously innocent in all this, but someone had shot me, I needed to know who it was. “Relax. I don’t touch other men’s wives.” I let that sink in before continuing. “But she can still be useful to me.”
His teeth clenched. “I don’t have a name.”
I sighed, dragging a finger along my arm where it was still hurting slightly. “That’s a shame.”
“But I can give you something else.”
I raised a brow.
“I’ll send an attack,” he said. “On the people who hired me.”
That was exactly what I wanted.
I let Diavolo sit anxiously for a moment. He looked cool but I could tell that he wasn't calm at all.
I nodded. “Fine.”
“I won’t trade with you again until my wife is safely returned,” he added, leaning back like he had any type of right to say a word.
I stood and walked toward her. She didn’t flinch when I reached down, holding her chin and lifting her face to mine. Her eyes were filled with pure, burning hatred.
“Your husband really loves you,” I murmured.
She spat on the floor between us.
I chuckled. “Good. You know it.”
Letting go of her chin, I nodded to my men. “Untie her. Take her back.”
As she was lifted to her feet, I turned back to Diavolo. “Let’s see if you keep your word.”
Marco stepped into the room just as she was being escorted out along with Diavolo. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a dour look on his face.
“Alina wants to talk to you,” he said.
I pushed away from him. What I needed was a drink and to forget my wife even existed.
My body was still tense, my mind still lost in thoughts I didn’t want to deal with. “I’m busy.”
Marco snorted. “No, you’re very much not.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Did you already tell her that?”
“Yeah.”
I muttered a curse under my breath. “Fine. Bring her in.”
A moment later, Alina stepped inside. The fire I was used to was gone. There was no anger in her shoulders, no words on her lips.
Just worry. Her head was slightly bowed, her hands together like she was holding herself still.
My jaw clenched. I hated seeing her like that.
“Did I do something wrong in bed yesterday?” she asked softly.
I frowned. “No.”
She had done everything perfectly right. I had been seconds away from slamming my aching dick into her. What would she have done then?
Her fingers tightened. “Then are you disgusted by it?”
My chest squeezed. “No.” I ran a hand down my face. “No, Alina. I like it. A lot.”
She lifted her head, eyes searching mine.
I swallowed, choosing my next words carefully. “But I don’t know if I’m the right person for you.”
She frowned. “What does that mean?”
“Virgins are notorious for falling in love with their first man.”
Alina blinked, then gave a small shrug. “It shouldn’t matter. We’re already married.”
She said it so simply, like that was the answer to everything.
I let out a rough breath. I didn’t know how to explain it to her. I didn’t know how to say that I wanted her so badly it made me reckless.
That I was worried I would hurt her.
So instead, I said, “You should start planning our wedding ceremony.”
Her eyebrows pulled together. “Why are you so angry at me?”
“It’s nothing.”
It was a lie. She knew it. I could see it in the way she tilted her head, the slight part of her lips, the way her fingers were shaking at her sides.
I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms, crushing my mouth to hers. She melted against me instantly, and that only made it worse.
She was too soft, too trusting, too everything I wanted but shouldn’t take.
I forced myself to break the kiss, stepping back like she burned me. My voice was rough and strained.
“Go away, Alina.”