Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 57: Chapter 57
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ALINA
I called the number again.
Nothing.
I stared at the screen, heart pounding.
It rang five times, then cut off.
I swallowed, hit redial, prayed someone would pick up.
The man who had called sounded dangerous, the kind of man who wouldn't care about hurting the child if he could get what he wanted.
Was that Riot's elder brother? Did it make a difference who it was?
Still no answer.
“What are you planning to do?” Luca asked when I almost ran over to the car.
I barely looked up. I was glad he was beside me, with his intensity, but the man had asked me to come alone. “I’m going to get the boy.”
Luca snapped. “Alone?”
“Yes.”
Luca stopped and the suddeness of the action made me stop too. “It’s a trap.”
I nodded. I knew exactly what it was. “I know.”
Luca looked exasperated. His eyes flashed at me. “And you’re still going?”
My grip on my phone tightened. “Do you have a better idea?”
Luca nodded, looking all sensible, like he needed me to be sensible too. How could I be sensible when there was a child's life hanging in the balance? “Yes. Let me deal with it.”
I rolled my eyes, moving again. “Of course. Because Luca Marino has to handle everything himself.”
Pietro was already walking over to my car. I knew he would have it running and ready to move before I got there.
Luca stepped closer, eyes locked on mine, forcing me to stop. “Because I don’t do reckless things that get people killed.”
Heat flared up my spine. “You don’t get to decide what I do.”
“This isn’t just about you, Alina. This was never about you from the start.”
I took a step forward, tilting my chin. “No, it’s about Costa business. My club. My men. My problem.”
His expression hardened. “You’re a Marino. That makes it my problem, too.”
I wanted to ignore him, but I knew he was right. He just was.
Luca's voice dropped, eyes burning like it was a laser. “How many times do I have to remind you? I will take care of you.” He let the words settle, then added, “That’s why you married me.”
My breath caught.
I hated how he said it.
Like I was some fragile thing that needed protecting.
Like I was some weight he’d taken on.
Like I wasn’t capable of handling my own damn problems.
My fingers curled. “Pietro, take me home,” I snapped, turning away.
“No, he won’t.”
I froze.
Slowly, I turned back. “Excuse me?”
“You’re coming with me,” Luca said simply. “Because I don’t trust you to go home.”
His voice was calm. Too calm. I narrowed my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Luca gave me a long look. “You think I don’t know what you’re planning?”
A laugh bubbled in my throat. I wanted to throw my head back and laugh until I started crying.
Because I was sure he did know.
He knew I wasn’t planning on going home.
He knew I was going to keep calling that number until someone picked up.
He knew I was going to handle this myself.
I clenched my jaw. “You don’t get to make that decision for me.”
He sighed like he was already tired of this argument. “Alina.”
“No.” I folded my arms. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Something in his eyes blinked and died out. The next second, I found out it was his patience.
Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the car without asking what my opinion on being manhandled by a brute like him was.
I twisted, trying to pull my arm free. “Luca…”
He didn’t stop. I dug my heels in. “Let me go.”
We were close to his car and I refused to move, struggling, not caring who could see us.
He let me go and I started hurrying to my car before he changed his mind.
I could hear him grunt behind me, then without warning, he lifted me off the floor, walked to the car where the passenger door was already open, and threw me inside.
I gasped, shoving at him. “What the hell…”
He slammed the door shut.
I stared at him, my heart hammering.
He leaned down through the open window. His voice was quiet, lethal. “Don’t try anything.”
I glared. “Or what?”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Or I’ll tie you up myself, Alina. I swear.”
A sharp thrill shot through me.
I hated him.
I hated how controlling he was. How he always acted like he knew best.
But I hated even more that a part of me , deep and buried under all this bluster, liked it.
I looked away, refusing to let him see the heat rising on my face.
He got into the driver’s seat and started the car.
“We need to get home before it's too late,” he said.
I didn’t answer.
I found my phone and dialed Mikhail again.
Nothing.
I swallowed, pressing the phone harder against my ear.
Pick up. Please, just pick up.
The call rang out without Mikhail taking it.
My stomach clenched as I tried again.
Straight to voicemail.
I felt cold like I had been thrown into freezing water instead of Luca's warm Bugatti.
Something was wrong.
I gritted my teeth. “We should’ve gone after him immediately,” I muttered.
Luca kept his eyes on the road. “We don’t know where he is.”
“So we find out.”
Luca nodded. “We will.”
I barely heard him. I tried the number again.
Voicemail.
I swallowed the frustration building in my throat. I stared at the phone, jaw tight.
Mikhail wouldn’t ignore my calls. Not unless he couldn’t answer.
Not unless something had already happened.
I tapped the screen again, calling the unknown number that had contacted me earlier.
It rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then someone answered. My pulse spiked.
Again, like before, the person breathed into the phone.
Why had I thought this was Victoria? Even the sound of the man's breathing was menacing.
The man chuckled.“You shouldn’t have called back, Mrs. Marino.”
"You told me to come get him," I said, keeping my voice steady.
The man chuckled. "And you came running, just like we knew you would."
A cold shiver slid down my spine. "You knew?"
"We know a lot of things, Mrs. Marino. Like the fact that you’re with your husband right now. That you’re exactly…"
A sharp crack split the night.
Then another crack hit the glass of the windshield.
Someone was shooting at us. I could hear the BOOM, BOOM of gunshots as they hit the car.
I sucked in a deep breathe, turning to look at Luca.
Luca swore. "Get down!" he barked.
The phone slipped from my fingers as Luca grabbed my wrist, pulling me off the seat.
I hit the floor just as another round of bullets hit the windshield.
Shit.
I tried to lift my head. "Stay down!" Luca growled.
As if I had a choice.
The gunfire didn’t stop.
Bullets slammed into the side of the car, cracking glass, punching holes through metal.
I sucked in a breath. "Where are they shooting from?"
"Everywhere," Luca snapped.
I clenched my fists, heart pounding. I swallowed.
How the hell did they know exactly where we were? Had they caught up to Mikhail?
Had Valerie and Maya been kidnapped too?
Was Mikhail dead?
I called the number again.
Nothing.
I stared at the screen, heart pounding.
It rang five times, then cut off.
I swallowed, hit redial, prayed someone would pick up.
The man who had called sounded dangerous, the kind of man who wouldn't care about hurting the child if he could get what he wanted.
Was that Riot's elder brother? Did it make a difference who it was?
Still no answer.
“What are you planning to do?” Luca asked when I almost ran over to the car.
I barely looked up. I was glad he was beside me, with his intensity, but the man had asked me to come alone. “I’m going to get the boy.”
Luca snapped. “Alone?”
“Yes.”
Luca stopped and the suddeness of the action made me stop too. “It’s a trap.”
I nodded. I knew exactly what it was. “I know.”
Luca looked exasperated. His eyes flashed at me. “And you’re still going?”
My grip on my phone tightened. “Do you have a better idea?”
Luca nodded, looking all sensible, like he needed me to be sensible too. How could I be sensible when there was a child's life hanging in the balance? “Yes. Let me deal with it.”
I rolled my eyes, moving again. “Of course. Because Luca Marino has to handle everything himself.”
Pietro was already walking over to my car. I knew he would have it running and ready to move before I got there.
Luca stepped closer, eyes locked on mine, forcing me to stop. “Because I don’t do reckless things that get people killed.”
Heat flared up my spine. “You don’t get to decide what I do.”
“This isn’t just about you, Alina. This was never about you from the start.”
I took a step forward, tilting my chin. “No, it’s about Costa business. My club. My men. My problem.”
His expression hardened. “You’re a Marino. That makes it my problem, too.”
I wanted to ignore him, but I knew he was right. He just was.
Luca's voice dropped, eyes burning like it was a laser. “How many times do I have to remind you? I will take care of you.” He let the words settle, then added, “That’s why you married me.”
My breath caught.
I hated how he said it.
Like I was some fragile thing that needed protecting.
Like I was some weight he’d taken on.
Like I wasn’t capable of handling my own damn problems.
My fingers curled. “Pietro, take me home,” I snapped, turning away.
“No, he won’t.”
I froze.
Slowly, I turned back. “Excuse me?”
“You’re coming with me,” Luca said simply. “Because I don’t trust you to go home.”
His voice was calm. Too calm. I narrowed my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Luca gave me a long look. “You think I don’t know what you’re planning?”
A laugh bubbled in my throat. I wanted to throw my head back and laugh until I started crying.
Because I was sure he did know.
He knew I wasn’t planning on going home.
He knew I was going to keep calling that number until someone picked up.
He knew I was going to handle this myself.
I clenched my jaw. “You don’t get to make that decision for me.”
He sighed like he was already tired of this argument. “Alina.”
“No.” I folded my arms. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Something in his eyes blinked and died out. The next second, I found out it was his patience.
Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the car without asking what my opinion on being manhandled by a brute like him was.
I twisted, trying to pull my arm free. “Luca…”
He didn’t stop. I dug my heels in. “Let me go.”
We were close to his car and I refused to move, struggling, not caring who could see us.
He let me go and I started hurrying to my car before he changed his mind.
I could hear him grunt behind me, then without warning, he lifted me off the floor, walked to the car where the passenger door was already open, and threw me inside.
I gasped, shoving at him. “What the hell…”
He slammed the door shut.
I stared at him, my heart hammering.
He leaned down through the open window. His voice was quiet, lethal. “Don’t try anything.”
I glared. “Or what?”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Or I’ll tie you up myself, Alina. I swear.”
A sharp thrill shot through me.
I hated him.
I hated how controlling he was. How he always acted like he knew best.
But I hated even more that a part of me , deep and buried under all this bluster, liked it.
I looked away, refusing to let him see the heat rising on my face.
He got into the driver’s seat and started the car.
“We need to get home before it's too late,” he said.
I didn’t answer.
I found my phone and dialed Mikhail again.
Nothing.
I swallowed, pressing the phone harder against my ear.
Pick up. Please, just pick up.
The call rang out without Mikhail taking it.
My stomach clenched as I tried again.
Straight to voicemail.
I felt cold like I had been thrown into freezing water instead of Luca's warm Bugatti.
Something was wrong.
I gritted my teeth. “We should’ve gone after him immediately,” I muttered.
Luca kept his eyes on the road. “We don’t know where he is.”
“So we find out.”
Luca nodded. “We will.”
I barely heard him. I tried the number again.
Voicemail.
I swallowed the frustration building in my throat. I stared at the phone, jaw tight.
Mikhail wouldn’t ignore my calls. Not unless he couldn’t answer.
Not unless something had already happened.
I tapped the screen again, calling the unknown number that had contacted me earlier.
It rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then someone answered. My pulse spiked.
Again, like before, the person breathed into the phone.
Why had I thought this was Victoria? Even the sound of the man's breathing was menacing.
The man chuckled.“You shouldn’t have called back, Mrs. Marino.”
"You told me to come get him," I said, keeping my voice steady.
The man chuckled. "And you came running, just like we knew you would."
A cold shiver slid down my spine. "You knew?"
"We know a lot of things, Mrs. Marino. Like the fact that you’re with your husband right now. That you’re exactly…"
A sharp crack split the night.
Then another crack hit the glass of the windshield.
Someone was shooting at us. I could hear the BOOM, BOOM of gunshots as they hit the car.
I sucked in a deep breathe, turning to look at Luca.
Luca swore. "Get down!" he barked.
The phone slipped from my fingers as Luca grabbed my wrist, pulling me off the seat.
I hit the floor just as another round of bullets hit the windshield.
Shit.
I tried to lift my head. "Stay down!" Luca growled.
As if I had a choice.
The gunfire didn’t stop.
Bullets slammed into the side of the car, cracking glass, punching holes through metal.
I sucked in a breath. "Where are they shooting from?"
"Everywhere," Luca snapped.
I clenched my fists, heart pounding. I swallowed.
How the hell did they know exactly where we were? Had they caught up to Mikhail?
Had Valerie and Maya been kidnapped too?
Was Mikhail dead?
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