Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 41: Chapter 41

LUCA
Alina hadn’t said a word.
She sat rigid in the passenger seat, her arms crossed tight, looking out at the road. She did that a lot when they were in the car he realized.
I watched her from the corner of my eye.
"I think he wanted me to suspect you of stealing the guns." I finally said.
She turned her head sharply, her brows furrowed. "That’s a long stretch, Luca. Why would my uncle think we’re that stupid?"
I laughed. Her uncle was stupid. And reckless. "It’s not that much of a stretch. Even my men considered it, and they know you."
She exhaled and leaned back against the seat, pressing a hand to her forehead.
I pulled into the warehouse lot. The place was already busy. My men were moving crates, shouting commands. They worked like a well-oiled machine, every crate getting checked and logged before being sent out.
Alina barely looked at the operation. She was still processing everything.
"Are you going to kill him?" she asked suddenly, her voice quiet.
I cut the engine. "I don’t know yet."
Her eyes were pleading with me. “He’s my uncle.”
I gave her the truth of it. "And he stole from me."
She opened the car door without another word and stepped out.
Inside, the crates were lined up, ready for transport. My men worked fast, lifting them into trucks, preparing for distribution.
I didn’t slow down. I walked straight past the crates, past the workers, Alina keeping up beside me. I had somewhere else to be.
At the back of the warehouse, behind a reinforced steel door, was my office.
I opened it and stepped inside.
Roberto was already waiting.
I hadn’t put him in the dungeon. That would have been too easy. I wanted him here, in my space, where I could look him in the eye and let him know exactly how badly he’d fucked up.
He sat in the chair across from my desk, arms resting on the armrests like he belonged there.
The moment he saw Alina, his face twisted in disgust.
"You’ve really become an embarrassment," he spat. "Look at you, standing beside him like some loyal little bitch."
"Did you steal from Luca?" she cut in, her voice hard. "Answer me."
Roberto scoffed. "If someone was smart enough to steal from him, I’d hope to hell they managed to sell it off before he figured it out."
I laughed. "Oh, Roberto." I stepped closer, placing my hands on the desk. "You're in so much trouble."
I stepped outside for a moment. Olga was standing outside my door. He would be there until I left the office. "Olga, bring me some coffee."
Olga left and returned within minutes. He handed me the coffee at the door.
I took it and walked towards Roberto.
He watched me, looking disgusted as he stared between Alina and I. “What the hell is this, Luca? Having your men manhandle me when I've done nothing wrong?”
I stopped right in front of him. Then, without warning, I poured the coffee on him.
Roberto cursed, jumping from the chair.
Alina flinched, staring with her mouth ajar, at her uncle.
I took a step back, watching as Roberto patted at his burning skin which was already turning red.
His breathing was ragged as he yelled in pain.
"Go ahead," I said. "Take a swing at me. Give me a reason to put a bullet in your head right now."
Roberto didn’t move.
I smiled. "That’s what I thought."
I turned my back to him, walking toward my desk. "Sit back down."
He stayed standing.
"I said," I repeated. “sit back down."
He sat down.
I leaned against my desk. "Now, I'll ask you again. Why did you steal my shipment?"
His lips pressed together.
"If you don’t talk, I will make you talk," I said simply.
Roberto fanned his face. "You really think I’d be stupid enough to steal from you? I know how this world works, Luca. I know you’d come for me."
"Then why are you here?" I asked. "Why did my men find you at the exact same location my shipment was intercepted?"
How had he been so stupid to think I wouldn't check? That I wouldn't leave any stone unturned to find what belonged to me?
Roberto blinked like he was shocked that I knew.
That was all the confirmation I needed.
I smiled. "You see, Roberto, you might not be stupid, but you sure as hell aren’t smart either."
Alina hadn’t moved. She was sitting across from him, her hands in her lap.
She looked at her uncle like he was a stranger.
"You’re a disgrace," she finally said. "You knew what this would do to me."
Roberto laughed evilly, snarling at her. "You really think Luca’s the good guy here? You think being in his bed keeps you safe?"
Alina ignored him.
I pushed off the desk, stepping closer. "You’ve got one chance to tell me who else was involved, and maybe I let you keep your fucking life."
“And if I don’t?"
I called Olga to come in. Olga stopped beside the door. "Drag him out. Strip him. I need an arm.”
Roberto stiffened. His eyes met Alina’s fearfully, as if expecting her to stop it. She didn’t.
Olga pulled him to his feet, pushing him to the door.
Alina sat in her chair unmoving like she was a statue. She watched her uncle disappear through the door, her chest rising and falling, as she breathed shallowly.
When the door shut behind them, she whispered, "Luca, he’s my uncle."
I crossed the room in two steps, took her face in my hand, and kissed her firmly. Her lips were soft and sweet and she blinked at me.
"He held a gun to your head, my wife," I murmured against her lips. "He is not family."
Her breath hitched. She didn’t say anything else.
I brushed a thumb over her cheek, then walked out of my office. She didn’t need to see what came next.
Marco stood waiting outside, arms crossed. His brows lifted. "That look on your face tells me this is gonna be fun."
I didn’t answer. "Bring the machete."
Marco’s grin widened. He didn’t ask questions. He just turned and walked away.
I followed the dark hallway to a door at the far end. I stepped inside.
The room was empty except for a heavy wooden block in the center, its surface rough from years of use. There was a drain under it.
Roberto was struggling against Olga, shirtless now, his arms fighting against Olga’s fist around it. He twisted, but he yanked him back by the hair and slammed him against the block.
His right arm landed flat on the wood.
"You motherfuckers…"
Olga’s fist cracked against his skull. His head snapped forward, a grunt ripping from his throat.
The door creaked open again.
Marco stepped inside, the machete in his hand. He threw it, and I caught the handle midair.
The weight was perfect. The blade was sharp. Just the way I liked it.
Roberto’s breathing turned ragged.
Luca ran a hand along the machete’s edge, testing it against his skin. "You’re lucky the shipment was found. Or I’d make this last a lot longer."
Roberto fought against Olga. His face was red and wet with sweat. "You wouldn’t dare."
Luca brought down the machete right on Roberto's arm. The steel cut into his arm and blood sprayed the air.
The machete hit the wood and a thud filled the room.
Luca grinned grimly into Roberto's face when he started screaming.
Blood was pouring from the stump of his arm, bright red against the dark wood. He was shaking as more blood came out.
Luca stepped back, shaking the blood from the blade.
"Let him go."
Olga released him.
Roberto fell to his knees. He put his hand over his ruined arm. Luca had cut it clean off his shoulder.
Luca crouched in front of him, tilting his chin up with the bloodied blade.
"That was your third strike," he murmured. "Once more, and you won’t be alive to see the next day." His voice was quiet, lethal. "I’ll kill you deader than a mad dog."
Roberto’s whole body shook, his lips parted in a silent sob.
Luca let the blade drop from his neck and stood.
"Get him out of my sight."