Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 27: Chapter 27

LUCA
The 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 screamed in pain.
The room was still. No one moved a muscle. Even Alina was staring, her mouth hanging open. I ignored her for now.
I dropped the gun onto the table. The loud clunk of the gun made most of the men jerk in their seats. I hid my smile. I enjoyed their fear.
Fear was a weapon in itself, and no one wielded it better than me.
“Leave,” I said, my voice steady.
Roberto’s breaths came rough and ragged, his whole body trembling with fury. He stood there too long.
My patience was already too thin. I was barely holding it together, barely keeping myself from breaking his skull open right here in front of everyone.
I tilted my head. “If you don’t, your brother will have to drag your dead body out of here.”
A muscle in Roberto’s jaw jumped.
Alberto, who had been silent up until now, suddenly pushed back his chair, standing. “Roberto.”
He didn’t move.
“We’re leaving. Now,” Alberto said, gritting the words out.
Roberto’s nostrils flared. He turned his head toward Alina, his eyes dark with something ugly.
My fingers twitched.
I wanted an excuse. Just one more word to kill the foolish man right there.
But Roberto wasn’t that stupid. He tore his eyes away and walked out, Alberto right behind him.
The doors shut behind them, and I felt the men relax a bit.
I exhaled, rolling my shoulders. My heart was still hammering with anger, my skin too tight over my bones.
I’d told Alina not to leave. And yet here she was, sitting at a table full of men who had no problem putting a bullet in her skull.
My jaw ached slightly from clenching it so hard.
“Pietro. Get me a seat beside Alina’s.”
Pietro moved, grabbing a chair from the corner and setting it down beside her. I took my time sitting, stretching my legs out, pulling my phone from my pocket.
Alina hadn’t moved. She was watching me, her arms crossed, eyes like burning lasers. She was waiting for me to say something.
I ignored her, unlocking my phone.
None of the men had the guts to break the silence.
She leaned back. “Are you going to say something, or are you just going to sit there pretending I don’t exist?”
I didn’t look up. “If I start talking, you won’t like what I have to say.”
A scoff. She tapped her fingers. “Oh, so you’re mad?”
My thumb paused over the screen. A slow inhale, trying to keep the anger in check. I didn’t want to argue with her, or have this conversation in front of the men.
I turned my head, finally meeting her eyes. “Alina, I told you not to leave.”
She scowled at me. “And I told you I had things to handle.”
My fingers tightened on the phone. “Things that nearly got you killed.”
She lifted her chin, refusing to back down. “But they didn’t.”
My hands became fists, my control slipping for a second. “You think that matters? You think just because you made it out alive, I’m supposed to be fine with this?”
Alina didn’t answer.
The silence between us was charged, thick with everything we weren’t saying.
I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. I turned my attention back to my phone, pretending to scroll through my emails, but my jaw was still locked tight.
She didn’t move, but I knew she could feel it. She could feel the storm blowing under my skin.
I hoped she did. Because this wasn’t over.
Alina turned back to the table, her face smoothing like the last few minutes hadn’t happened. Like Roberto’s blood wasn’t still drying on the floor.
She didn’t waste time.
“Let’s wrap this up,” she said, resting her arms on the table. “Mikhail, stay back for a few minutes. The rest of you, if you have questions, now’s the time.”
I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms as I let my eyes pass over the men.
Most of them were still looking at me. Some with wariness, some with outright respect.
Good.
If there had been any doubt about what would happen to anyone who dared threaten Alina, it was gone now.
I had made my point.
But as the meeting continued, a strange thought stayed at the back of my mind.
Why had I reacted so violently?
I was supposed to protect her. That was the deal. But when I saw that gun pointed at her head, my reaction was immediate.
There had been no calculation, no second thought. Only raw fury.
I breathed slowly, fingers tapping against the armrest.
I was losing my mind.
The meeting moved fast. Alina asked the right questions, made her expectations clear, and dismissed them one by one.
The men nodded, murmuring agreements, throwing last looks at me before heading for the door.
I knew all these men knew me. I wanted them to spread the news of what had happened here to their men.
Then Alina stood.
“Before you go,” she said smoothly, commanding. “I’d like you all to meet my husband, Luca.”
I lifted a brow, watching her.
She turned toward me, her eyes lit up with adoration, an act so convincing I might’ve believed it myself if I didn’t know her better.
“My loving husband,” she said, smiling at the men. “He has been my right hand and protector.”
I grinned. She was good.
That wasn’t just an introduction. That was a warning. She had told every man in this room, in no uncertain terms, that what happened to Roberto could happen to any of them if they overstepped.
The room was silent. No one dared challenge her.
I pushed myself to my feet and crossed the short distance between us. I bent my head, kissing the side of her head, letting my lips press just a little too long.
For show.
For power.
For my own amusement.
The men walked out, one by one, until the door shut behind the last of them, leaving only silence.
Then Alina pushed me away from her.
I barely moved, but the force of it was enough to make me let out a low chuckle.
She was furious.
“What the fuck was that, Luca?” she snapped, her eyes like raw pools of fire.