Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 59: Chapter 59

ALINA
Luca didn’t wait for me to follow, he just walked, his steps long and purposeful, expecting me to keep up.
Marco was right beside him, and I trailed stiffly behind, my mind still trying to catch up with everything that had happened.
Just before we stepped out of sight, Luca looked back at Sofia. “Go up and sleep, after the housekeeper has taken Valerie and Maya to their room.”
Sofia nodded, her face still tense.
I had no idea if she’d actually listen, but I didn’t have the energy to say anything else.
I was suddenly tired. Maybe it was the thought of the boy dying because I had interfered where I shouldn't have.
I pushed the tiredness away. I would have to live with the guilt forever if the boy died because of me.
We entered Luca’s office, and he locked the door behind us.
The moment he sat behind his desk, I asked, “Do you think they’d really kill the boy?”
Luca exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. “No.” He sounded sure. “The boy is still Riot’s son.”
That should have made me feel better. It didn’t.
My phone vibrated in my hand.
Luca held out a palm. “Give me that.”
I hesitated. He looked exhausted.
His sleeves were rolled up, his hair disheveled, and the sharp lines of his face were tight with stress.
It was nearly midnight, and he looked dead on his feet.
I handed him the phone.
He glanced at the screen. “It’s Pietro.” He answered. “Yeah?”
I couldn’t hear what Pietro said, but Luca gave a sharp nod. “Use the back entrance. Put Riot in the dungeon.”
A pause. “Good.” Luca ended the call and tossed my phone on the desk.
Then he looked at me. “Go shower. Take a rest.”
I didn’t move.
Marco folded his arms. He looked from Luca to me. “What the hell is going on?”
“I’ll tell you later,” Luca muttered, standing up. He looked at me again. “You need to go shower. You can come back after. But you’re still in shock. I don’t want you breaking down.”
I folded my arm around my chest. I knew Luca wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. “I won’t.”
Even as I argued with him, I felt the exhaustion sitting heavy in my bones. My hands were freezing. My body was stiff from the tension that hadn’t left since I stepped into that damn club.
Shopping this morning with Sofia felt like it was a lifetime ago.
Luca studied me for a moment. He smiled softly. “I’ll come with you if you agree to take a break.” He said gently.
I swallowed. Was he really serious about that? I felt my heartbeat stutter then slowly climb up as my heart beat faster. I nodded.
He turned to Marco. “Go. I’ll call for you when I’m done with my wife.”
Marco didn’t argue. He just nodded and left.
Luca and I walked down to my room, side by side, neither of us speaking.
When we got there, he pushed the door open and stepped in first, turning on the light.
I sat on the edge of my bed, feeling like I was moving in slow motion.
Luca moved in front of me, his hands going to the zipper of my dress first, pulling it down and peeling the dress off my shoulders.
His fingers were careful as he pulled the dress down the body and completely off.
He knelt, untying my shoes, pulling them off along with my socks, being very careful with me.
I liked it. No one had ever undressed me.
His movements were slow and gentle.
I watched him, my throat feeling thick.
I sat there in just my underwear, feeling stripped bare in more ways than one.
“This is all my fault,” I murmured.
Luca’s hands stilled. His eyes lifted to mine. “No, it’s not.”
“I was trying to prove a point.” My voice was hollow. “I should have just broken up the fight and let it go.”
He sat beside me, his shoulder warm against mine.
“I keep thinking about Ethan,” I whispered. “What if the Alvarados go after him?”
Luca shrugged. “I hope they do.”
I turned, glaring. “Luca.”
“What?” He smirked. “I don’t like him.”
I slapped his arm lightly. “No, Ethan is too smart for that. They won't get him.”
I didn’t know where the laugh came from, but it surprised me.
It felt almost ridiculous, sitting here half-dressed, exhausted beyond belief, and still managing to laugh.
Luca just watched me. Then he reached for me again, pulling me up and guiding me toward the bathroom.
“Shower,” he said.
His voice was softer now.
I nodded and stepped inside.
By the time the warm water hit my skin, I realized something.
I was still shaking, I was weak, and I was worried.
The hot water ran over my skin, but it didn’t help.
What if they killed the boy?
What if they killed my siblings?
What if they came after my family—after Luca’s family—because I couldn’t keep my hands out of something that wasn’t my business?
Maybe I needed to call Valentina and warn her.
The what-ifs wouldn’t stop. They crowded my head, one after the other, pressing down on my chest until I could barely breathe.
My hands found the tiled wall, fingers gripping as my shoulders shook. I squeezed my eyes shut, dropped my head, and for one minute I let myself break.
A sob tore out of me, then another. My knees buckled, and I sank down, covering my mouth to keep the sounds inside.
This was my fault.
I should’ve left it alone. I should’ve walked away.
The boy flashed in my mind, and another sob hit.
Please let him be safe.
I sucked in a breath, then another, forcing myself to stop. I couldn’t do this now. I had to get up. I had to move.
With shaky hands, I wiped my face and pushed myself up. My legs felt weak, but I forced them to hold me.
I turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and dried off, my hands still shaking.
When I stepped out, Luca was waiting. My pajamas were laid out, neatly folded on the bed.
He pulled the towel from my waist first, then the one from my hair. He didn’t say anything, just helped me dress like I couldn’t do it myself.
When he was done, he kissed my nose. “Get into bed.”
I exhaled, leaning into his chest for just a second before pulling away.
He pulled the duvet back, and I slid under it, sinking into the mattress.
He tucked the covers around me, brushing a hand over my hair. “Sleep. I’ll wake you when they call again.”
I knew he was lying, but my eyes were already closing.
At least Valerie was safe.
Please, God, I begged. Let the boy be safe too. Please. Please.
That was my last thought as I fell asleep.