Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 38: Chapter 38

ALINA
Luca was angry.
Not the kind of controlled, quiet frustration he usually carried.
This was different. It was deadly, barely contained. A coil wound too tight, waiting to snap.
He turned to me, jaw locked. "Is it the guns?"
I didn’t answer right away because, truthfully, I didn’t know.
Mikhail hadn’t opened the shipment yet. I’d told him to wait until I got there. But if it was the guns, then what the hell were they doing in my warehouse?
I met Luca’s eyes. "I don’t know."
He didn’t like that answer.
I forced myself to stay calm. "The warehouse Mikhail called about, it was recently added to the Costa lease."
Luca’s head snapped toward me. He was looking at me like I was suddenly the enemy. "And you’re just telling me this now?"
I was tense. "It’s my family’s business. It wasn’t your concern."
His nostrils flared, and I braced for him to snap, to say something that would make us fight each when we were supposed to be working together.
Why did it feel like he was about to fight me? Was that what this was about?
Had the person who had stolen his guns and tried to hide it in my warehouse been trying to sow discord between us?
Did they want us to stop trusting each other?
But he didn’t say anything. He just exhaled slowly, turning his focus back to the road.
That scared me more than if he’d yelled at me. What was he thinking?
I had a feeling that whoever was responsible for this was about to suffer a fate worse than death.
Luca pulled out his phone and called Marco. "Get to the location I send you. Now." He snapped into the phone.
I barely heard Marco’s response before Luca ended the call and threw the phone onto the dashboard.
I leaned back, arms crossed, mind racing.
None of my father’s men had permission to store anything in that warehouse without my approval. That was why Mikhail had called me in the first place.
So if I hadn’t ordered Luca’s guns to be taken. Who the hell had?
Mikhail was waiting outside when we pulled up to the warehouse, arms crossed, face tight. The second I stepped out of the car, he jerked his chin toward the truck parked near the loading bay.
“I can’t open it,” he said. “It’s locked.”
Luca moved past me, eyes locked on the truck like it had personally offended him. “Where are the drivers?”
Mikhail shook his head. “They were gone before I got here.”
Luca looked at him like that was the most stupid thing he'd ever heard. “They just left?”
Mikhail nodded. “That’s what it looks like.”
That didn’t make sense. No one left a shipment unsupervised, not unless they were running from something.
I turned and walked toward the warehouse. The guards on duty straightened when they saw me, and greeted.
I didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Who brought the truck in?”
One of the guards cleared his throat. “A few men. They weren’t familiar.”
Luca’s steps stopped beside me. The guards all shrank back in fear when they saw who it was. “What do you mean they weren’t familiar?”
The guard shifted on his feet. “They wore glasses. Dark clothes. We didn’t recognize them.”
I stared at him. “And you let them drop something off?”
He swallowed hard. “It had the right paperwork.”
Luca cursed under his breath and pulled out his phone. He stepped away, speaking low into the receiver, probably calling for backup.
I turned back to the guards. “Did they say anything?”
“Not much. Just that the trucks were to be brought here. That you'd be here to check on it soon.”
Whoever these men were, they weren’t just couriers. They knew what they were doing. Had someone paid them to do this?
Luca paced near the truck, phone still in his hand. He was staring at the truck like he could force it open with his mind.
I was about to step into the office when tires screeched outside.
Marco.
And he wasn’t alone.
He climbed out of his car, dragging someone behind him. Olga followed, his expression furious, but it was the man Marco was dragging that had my attention.
Luca stopped talking into the phone and came towards us.
Marco threw the man on the floor, and he fell at Luca’s feet.
Luca didn’t say a word. He kicked the man hard in the stomach.
The man screamed, his voice echoing horribly. He held his stomach and cried, snot running out of his nose.
Luca crouched beside him. “Where did you take my shipment?”
The man was crying, blubbering some words out. Luca slapped him hard across the face. The man tried lifting his hands but he was too weak. I felt pity for him, but I couldn't stop his torture.
Luca didn’t wait for the man to catch his breath. He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up like he weighed nothing.
“Marco, Olga,” Luca said, his voice like steel. “Drive the trucks back, and make sure you send the shipment out.”
Mikhail straightened. “I’ll go with them.”
Luca nodded. “Do it now.”
Marco exchanged a look with Olga before heading for the driver’s seat. Mikhail climbed into the second truck with Olga in the driver's seat.
They both drove away.
Luca turned his attention back to the man in his hands. The man was still doubled over, wheezing from the kick to his ribs. Luca didn’t care.
He dragged him across the lot, his boots scraping against the ground. He popped the trunk of his car, pushed the man inside, and slammed it shut.
I watched, my stomach twisting.
Luca turned to me. “Get in the car.”
I didn’t move. “What are you going to do with him?”
Luca didn’t answer.
I stepped closer. “Luca.”
Nothing.
“Are you even listening to me?”
Silence.
The radio was playing when I got into the car. Some low, moody song. I turned it off and faced him fully.
“You think I took your guns?”
“I never said that.”
“But you think it.”
Luca grunted, his jaw working like he was trying to keep his temper in check.
I hated the way that felt. After everything, after all this time, he still thought I was capable of this.
I swallowed the frustration rising in my throat. “What are you planning to do about the guns?”
Luca’s voice was impossibly calm when he answered. “I want to find out who took them.”
Something about the way he said it made me feel cold.