Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 92: Chapter 92

ALINA
Early the next morning, my mother returned from her vacation. She called me as soon as she got home.
“Hello, Alina?”
I sat up in bed, my heart thumping a little harder. “Yes, Mother?”
“I’m in Chicago. Come to the house when you're free. We need to talk.”
Anxiety tore through me. “Are you sick, Mother?”
She laughed. “No. Be here before noon if you can.”
She hung up without another word. I sat there for a while, feeling uneasy. To distract myself, I picked up one of the books Luca had gotten me and tried to read. It helped a little. I needed the distraction after the way I'd lost control last night.
That wasn’t like me.
But it seemed running the Mafia was changing me.
I could even understand now why Luca was called The Monster.
I had just stepped out of the bathroom when someone knocked at my door.
“Mrs. Marino?” Lorenzo's voice called.
I dressed quickly and opened the door.
“There’s someone here to see you," Lorenzo said. "He claims to be family.”
I frowned, confused. “He didn’t say his name?”
“Enzo Costa,” Lorenzo said, his face tight. “I made him wait outside.”
My cousin Enzo? What the hell was he doing here?
I followed Lorenzo. The moment I opened the door, Enzo strolled in with a sneer already plastered across his face.
“Still sleeping this late? Your father should have trained you better than this,” he said, his voice thick with disdain.
I rolled my eyes and stepped away from him, leading him into the living room. “What do you want, Enzo?”
He didn’t bother pretending to be polite anymore. “I’ll get straight to the point since pleasantries are obviously not necessary.” His eyes burned with anger. “I want you to hand me the Mafia.”
I jerked back, stunned, as if he'd slapped me. Hand him the Costa Mafia? Was he insane?
I clenched my jaw. “And why the hell would I do that?”
A smirk twisted his lips. “I’ve been informed by your brother that he has no intention of taking over at eighteen.”
My stomach twisted with anger. Why would Adriano tell him that? We hadn't even made a decision yet. This would just make everything harder for me.
I stood abruptly and yanked the door open. “Get out of my house. We’ll talk again when Adriano turns eighteen.”
Enzo only chuckled, a low ugly sound. Then, without warning, he lunged at me.
His fingers closed around my neck, choking me viciously. I slammed back against the door, my hands clawing at his wrists, kicking wildly as my sight darkened around the edges.
“You will sign the Costa Mafia over to me,” he snarled, squeezing harder, “or get ready to…”
A sickening crack cut through the air. Blood splattered as Lorenzo smashed a gun against Enzo’s head.
Enzo crumpled like a doll, hitting the floor hard.
I gasped for air, my lungs burning as I dragged in shaky, broken breaths.
When I could finally breathe without feeling like I was dying, Lorenzo pressed a glass of water into my hands.
“Drink it slowly. Mr. Marino’s on his way.”
Panic exploded inside me. If Luca showed up and saw this, he'd kill Enzo.
I shoved the glass back into Lorenzo's hand and stood. “Help me lift him into my car.”
“Mr. Marino said to take him to the dungeon,” Lorenzo said stiffly.
I grabbed him by the collar, my voice sharp and low. “Put him in my car, Lorenzo. Now. I’m not letting Luca kill him.”
Lorenzo hesitated, then nodded quickly. He dumped the glass on the table and lifted Enzo's limp body over his shoulder.
We got him into my car, and I drove straight to Uncle Alberto’s house. When we reached his gate, Lorenzo dropped Enzo on the ground like garbage.
At least someone would find him there.
“Did you kill him?” I asked, glancing at Enzo’s bloody face.
“No. But he’s going to have a few hard days recovering.”
Good. He deserved worse. My neck was still burning from the bruises he’d left on my skin.
I didn’t waste another second. I called Adriano’s school and requested to meet him after classes. Then I headed to my mother’s house.
She was waiting for me at the door, looking more rested than I'd seen her in months.
“You look good,” I said.
She laughed softly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. “I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”
I nodded silently, thinking I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had any fun.
Since taking over the Mafia, apart from stolen moments with Luca, it had been one disaster after another.
“I take it the vacation was a success?” I asked as we sat together.
Mother nodded. “It was. And that’s why I asked you to come. As soon as Valentina arrives, we’ll talk.”
Her cryptic words only tightened the knot in my stomach. My morning had already been hell, I didn’t need more bad news.
I told her about Enzo, and she shook her head sadly, but she didn't say much else. Instead, she sat biting her lip, worry clouding her usually calm face.
The front door opened, and Valentina walked in, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She took one look at me and gasped.
“What the hell happened to your neck?” she demanded. “Did Luca do that?”
“No!” I said quickly. “It was Enzo.”
Valentina hissed, her eyes flashing with fury. “That bastard.”
Exactly. I told her what happened. She relaxed a little when she heard that Lorenzo had almost cracked his skull open.
Mother interrupted quietly, “It’s good Luca provides you with security, but don’t you think this fighting is too much? You nearly killed your cousin.”
I turned toward her, stunned. Was she serious?
“My cousin nearly choked me to death, Mother! What was I supposed to do? Let him kill me?”
Mother frowned, shaking her head slowly. “No. Instead, you should divorce Luca. I warned you it would be like this.”
For a moment, I could only stare at her.
Had my mother seriously just asked me to divorce my husband?