Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 56: Chapter 56

LUCA
Alina was going to do something reckless.
I could see it in the way her shoulders tensed, the way her hand hovered too close to her waist like she was wishing she had a gun.
She was thinking too fast, moving too fast like her body was already making decisions her mind hadn’t caught up to.
Immediately she told us about the call with Mikhail, she asked Pietro to bring her a gun.
I knew she was feeling that bloodlust. I could see it in her eyes.
Ethan was already up, pulling on his suit jacket like he wasn’t covered in blood. I frowned. Where the fuck was he going?
“Why are you still here?” I asked. “Shouldn’t you be going home?”
Ethan adjusted his cuffs, unbothered. “And miss the show? No chance.”
I rolled my jaw, turning back to Alina. She was already walking to the door. Ethan followered her. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She grabbed her phone. “To find the boy.”
I couldn't believe my ears. “Where exactly do you think the boy is?”
Her eyes snapped to mine. “Wherever he is.”
I stepped in front of her before she could move. “Think for a second, Alina. If the boy is missing from his father’s house, with his nanny and all the staff gone, then who do you think took him?”
Her face went blank, but she didn’t answer.
“The Alvarados,” I answered when she refused to. “And if they took him this fast, they were ready. That means before we go after him, we need to make sure Valerie and Maya are safe.”
Alina’s fingers tightened around her phone, but she nodded.
She pressed a number and held the phone to her ear. “Mikhail, where are you?”
His voice came through sounding clipped and hurried. “Close. But I think I’m being followed. They must have been parked outside waiting for me.”
Alina’s jaw locked. “I’ll handle it,” she said, then switched calls. “Pietro. Send three men after Mikhail. Now.”
Pietro nodded and walked to the door. “On it.”
She hung up, wiping her palm down her face then tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.
The boy was missing. The men following Mikhail were on him too fast.
Something was wrong.
I looked at Alina. “Who saw you tonight when Ethan beat up Riot?”
She blinked, caught off guard. “Everyone who was outside the club.”
My stomach knotted. Pietro had called me earlier, telling me what was happening before I even got here. He had known.
And if he knew, that meant someone else did too. Anyone could have called back to let Riot's brother know what was happening.
Someone who’d been watching when everything started.
Alina’s fingers twitched at her side, like she was barely holding herself back from bolting out the door.
I could feel the tension radiating off her, could see the way her breathing had picked up just slightly.
“Call Mikhail,” I said, voice firm. “Tell him to drive straight through to our house. No stops. No detours. He takes her inside and stays there until I say otherwise.”
She hesitated for half a second before bringing the phone back to her ear. She paced until Mikhail picked up. “Mikhail, listen to me. Drive straight home. Don’t stop for anything. Just get her inside, and make sure the doors stay locked. I'm going there now.”
Mikhail’s voice was sharp on the other end. “Understood.”
She ended the call. “Now what?”
“Now, we go,” I said.
I turned for the door, but Alina didn’t move.
Instead, she pulled a pen from the table, ripped a small piece of paper from a hardcover hotter, and scribbled something down.
She walked back to Ethan, standing too damn close as she handed him the note.
Before he could take it, she pressed a single finger against the bandage covering his stomach.
Ethan sucked in a sharp breath, his muscles going rigid.
Alina only smiled. Soft. Almost sweet. “Thank you, Ethan. I don’t need an executioner,” she murmured, smiling up at him.“But I might need an auditor for my books. Let me know if you’re interested.” A pause. “Or if you know someone who might be.”
Then, just like that, she turned and walked away.
I turned back just in time to see Ethan watching her, eyes dark, mouth slightly open.
Longing.
The way he looked at her made breathing difficult as my chest clamped like a vice.
I clenched my jaw and stepped closer, glaring at him. He lifted his gaze slowly, eyes full of amusement as he caught the look on my face.
Then he smirked.
Smug, fucking bastard.
A low growl rumbled in my throat before I could stop it.
Ethan’s smirk widened. “What? Afraid of a little competition?”
I grabbed Alina’s hand and pulled her toward the door. She jerked hers away at once.
I took it again, holding tighter as we walked away from him. “Alina, you need to stay away from Ethan.”
Her head whipped around, eyes flashing. “That’s what you care about right now?”
I shook my head. She was right, the boy was missing, but still, she needed to stay away from that dimwit. He was too smooth and I just couldn't trust him. “He’s not trustworthy.”
She blinked, looking almost dumbfounded. Then, slowly, she shook her head. “Unbelievable.”
“I’m serious,” I said, jaw tight. “He’s not someone you want to be around.”
A small chuckle slipped past her lips.
Then she stepped closer, tilting her head just slightly. “I just think you’re jealous, Luca.”
The words hit me like a slap.
I kept my face unreadable, refusing to give her the reaction she wanted. “Jealous?” I scoffed. “Of him?”
She arched a brow. “You tell me.”
My teeth clenched. “I don’t trust him.”
“You don’t trust anyone.”
“I trust you.”
Her face softened for half a second, so fast I almost missed it. Then she rolled her eyes and turned for the door.
I followed close behind, ignoring the way Ethan’s laughter echoed softly behind me.
I was going to kill that bastard someday.
Alina was about to respond when her phone rang again with another call.
She held it out for me to see. It was an unknown number.
She answered and I whispered for her to put the phone in speaker.
There was silence.
“It's probably your mistress calling again.” Alina snapped, about to end the call.
I winced. With everything happening, I had completely forgotten about Victoria calling Alina. I was sure she had too.
A man’s voice came from the phone before she could hang up.
“If you want Valerie’s son back,” he said, “come get him yourself.”
The line went dead.
Alina stared at the phone like it was a living thing that might bite her.
“Who was that?”
She looked up, eyes burning. “Whoever took the boy. They want me to come get him alone.”