Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

ALINA
For a second, I thought I had heard wrong.
I stared at my phone, trying to understand what had just happened. Why would anyone call me, breathe into the phone then hang up after calling me a bitch and hoping that I would die?
Who the hell was it? I couldn't think of anyone whom I had pissed off like that.
Then it hit me.
Victoria.
I laughed bitterly. Now that I had put a name to the face, the voice even sounded familiar.
Of course, it was her.
It made complete sense. So she was still angry at me? Well so was I.
I called her back.
The phone barely rang before she picked up.
"Stealing my man, you pathetic whore?" Victoria hissed, her voice dripping with venom. I could imagine the look of hate on her face.
I scoffed. "Oh, but you're the bitch, aren't you? You're the one who thinks a man who is married is still your man.”
Victoria yelled. "Don’t act innocent, Alina. You think Luca actually wants you? You’re just a piece in the game. You think he’ll love you?" She laughed cruelly. "He’ll get bored. Just like every other man in your life."
I could feel myself get angry, but I didn’t let it show.
"You seem pressed for someone who already has him." My voice was calm, mocking. "But since you’re so desperate for my attention, let me be clear, call my number again, and you’ll regret it."
She was still spitting insults when I ended the call.
I exhaled, rubbing my forehead, feeling like I was hot all over my skin.
What the hell was wrong with her? Why the fuck would she dare to call me out of nowhere when I was only just trying to make myself forget she even existed?
I lifted my eyes and found Sofia staring at me from across the table.
"That didn’t sound like a fun conversation," she said dryly.
I pushed back my chair. "I don’t feel like lunch anymore."
Sofia frowned. "Alina…"
"I just want to go home. You can have lunch if you want. Pietro will come back and pick you up.”
She didn’t push. She stood. “I'm coming. I'll order something on the way.”
We left the restaurant. Pietro was already waiting outside with the car.
The drive home was silent, and the second we pulled into the driveway, I got out.
"Pietro," I said, pausing by the door. "Come get me when it’s time to leave for the club."
He nodded and I walked inside. Sofia went to her room.
Upstairs, I stored my bags carefully in my closet, my hands moving on autopilot as my mind went through a hundred thoughts furiously.
Victoria.
How fucking dare she?
After everything.
She was the one Luca had walked away with at my wedding ceremony. The one he had chosen.
And now, she had the nerve to harass me?
For all I knew, she was still sleeping with him which was why he refused to sleep with me.
The thought made my head ache.
I pressed a palm to my forehead. My skin was hot.
I grabbed my phone and called Luca.
He picked up after two rings. “Hello, Alina, I'm in the middle of a meeting, can I call you back?”
"You need to leash your mistress," I snapped, not giving him time to hang up on me. "Or she’ll regret it."
A long pause.
Then, calmly, he asked, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
I wanted to slap that cool tone out of his voice. He didn't know who his mistress was? "Oh, you don’t know? Victoria just called me. She called me a bitch, among other things. Guess she’s feeling territorial. You might want to remind her whose ring I’m wearing on my finger."
Luca grunted. “You don’t need to get worked up over this. I'll deal with it.”
I stiffened. "I knew that's exactly what you'd say. And now she has the guts to call me and harass me."
"Alina…"
"Handle it, Luca. Or I swear, I will, and you might not like it."
There was a long, tense silence.
Then his voice, sharp with impatience.
"You need to fucking calm down. I’m in the middle of a meeting. I’ll call you back."
And he hung up on me.
I paced the room, my mind refusing to settle.
Victoria’s call had rattled me, but I was more pissed than anything that Luca had hung up on me.
Was he supporting her? Who the hell did she think she was to even call me?
I wanted to call Luca back and demand he fix it immediately, but he had already made it clear he wasn’t going to entertain my anger in the middle of a meeting.
That left one thing to focus on; the man asking about me.
I sat on the edge of my bed, scrolling through my phone until I found Mikhail’s number.
He answered on the first ring.
"Alina."
"What actually happened with the man asking about me?"
I heard Mikhail close a door and walk away. "One of the men called me. Said some guy was asking around, wanting to know what they knew about you."
"Who was he?"
"Still working on that."
I felt annoyed and irritated with him. "Have you at least found him?"
"No," Mikhail admitted. "But I questioned the guy he spoke to. We’re working on getting a sketch."
"Make it faster," I ordered. If someone was asking after me, I wanted to know who the hell it was.
"I will."
I climbed into bed and laid down. "I’ll be at the club in a few hours. I want something by morning."
"You’ll have it."
"Good. One more thing. I want everything you can find on Victoria Kent."
That surprised him. "Victoria? Luca's mistress?”
Of course everybody knew she was Luca's mistress. "Yes. Get me everything."
"Understood, Boss.”
I ended the call and set my phone aside, lying back against the pillows.
I was emotionally exhausted which made me physically tired. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
A knock on my door woke me.
Pietro’s voice came through the door. "It’s time."
I sat up, blinking away the sleep.
The room was dark now, no lights coming through the closed blinds. The blinds automatically closed when it was dark outside.
I dragged myself out of bed and went straight to my closet.
I wasn’t in the mood for this, but if I had to go, I was going to look the part.
I choose a gown from the ones I had bought earlier.
It was black, stopped at my ankles with a wide shoulder and long gloves. It was commanding.
Boss.
Perfect.
I wore it, looking in the mirror as I did. It looked even better this evening. I smiled at myself.
I styled my hair in a French twist to give a forbidding look, then I added smoky eye-shadow to emphasize my blue eyes, adding sharp wings with eyeliner, and a nude lipstick to my lip.
Simple. Clean. Powerful.
I grabbed my new Birkin bag and stepped out of the room.