Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 93: Chapter 93

ALINA
“Mother, we'd all be dead if not for Luca. How can you ask Alina to divorce him?” Valentina asked the very question on my mind before I could.
Mother sat forward, staring at both of us, earnestly. “We didn't have this much fighting. Alina, I know about the bomb that was dropped at your office. You're not safe. I am afraid to lose my children because of Luca!” She hissed angrily.
I never told her about the bomb. My eyes narrowed. “How do you know about the bomb?”
“I might look like a pretty face in silks and make up, but I think you forget that I was married to your father for almost thirty years. I have my ways.” She said.
“Then why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you call me?” I asked.
I didn’t want to say it, but I was furious. My mother, always so concerned about keeping up a facade of perfection, had known about the bomb.
Known, and said nothing. She hadn't even called to check if I was safe!
“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked again, my voice tight, biting the words off.
She didn’t answer right away, Then, finally, she sighed. “I didn’t want to make things worse, Alina. I knew Luca would handle it.”
Handle it. My jaw clenched, but I didn’t speak. I didn’t have to. My mother knew exactly what she’d just implied.
And if she believed Luca would handle it, then why the hell was she asking me to leave the only person keeping me safe?
“Handle it, you say?” I muttered under my breath, anger beating in my chest like a bird within a cage. “He handled it, alright.”
Mother caught my eye, her expression softening. “I know you’re scared. We all are. But Luca…” She trailed off.
“I’m not divorcing him,” I said, cutting my mother off before she could speak.
I was sick of hearing it. I wasn't leaving Luca. My palm sweated at the thoughts of not being close to him, or having him hold my hand when I was shaking with anger or sorrow.
“Alina, please…” Mother started again, but I stopped her with a raised hand.
“Never,” I said firmly. “I’m not leaving him.”
“Alina, please. You don’t understand…”
“I do understand,” I snapped. “I know that if I leave him, I’ll be alone. I’ll be an easy target for everyone, including Roberto and Alberto. They’re just waiting for me to fail so they can swoop in and take everything. And everything includes our lives!”
Mother’s lips pressed together tightly as her face flushed angrily. “What if I offer you protection? What if I can keep the family safe?”
“Mother please. Alina only just married Luca. She's not leaving him.” Valentina broke in, finality in her voice. “We don't have the guns we need, and Luca does. So far, he's protected Alina better than any of us could.”
And there was the ugly truth. Our family was as dangerous as any mafia faction, and they’d stop at nothing to take control.
I stood up, the conversation over. I didn't want the idea taking root in my mind. If I divorced Luca, it would only be after the terms of our contract was complete.
Then I could leave him, but the thought didn't please me so I shoved it away.
Lorenzo was waiting by the door.
He had heard the conversation, but he didn’t say a word as I walked past him. He just followed quietly.
The drive to Adriano’s school was long, my thoughts racing. It wasn’t the best time for distractions, but when I saw Adriano waiting for me, I felt a small sense of relief.
At least he was safe. At least he wasn’t in any danger here.
I walked up to him and Adriano immediately came over. “How’s everything?” he asked, trying to sound casual but his brow was furrowed with worry.
I had never asked to see him before out of nowhere.
I smiled at him, though it didn’t reach my eyes. “It’s fine. Just busy, you know.” I paused, glancing around, making sure no one was watching us. “How’s school?”
Adriano shifted from foot to foot. “Same old, I guess. We’re going on a field trip soon.”
I nodded, distracted. “That’s good. You’re staying on top of your schoolwork, right?”
He nodded quickly. I narrowed my eyes. “Adriano…”
He met my eyes. “What?”
“Did you tell Enzo of your decision to not take over the Mafia?”
He paused before answering and that made my pulse spike. “No, I haven't. I haven’t even seen him since the last time you came with him.”
I blinked, confused. “You didn’t?”
“No,” he said, his face creased with confusion. “Why would I tell him that?”
I was stumped. Enzo knew about Adriano’s reluctance to take over the Mafia, but Adriano hadn’t said a word to him. How the hell did Enzo know?
Before I could ask any more questions, my phone rang. I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. It was my uncle Alberto.
I didn’t answer immediately, but the sound of my mother’s voice in my head pushed me to pick it up.
I pressed the phone to my ear, my face hardening. “What do you want, Alberto?”
His voice was cold and frigid. “You’ve taken too much from me, Alina, but the attempted murder of my son? That’s where I draw the line.”
I sighed, my frustration rising. “It was Enzo who first attempted to kill me. If you want to be mad at someone, try him.”
I heard his sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. “You’re playing a dangerous game. And I don’t care about the reasons. The next time you cross me, I’ll make sure it’s your last mistake.”
“Good luck with that,” I said, cutting him off with a sharp click as I hung up.
I turned to Adriano, who was watching me with wide eyes. “How are you doing?” I asked, trying to soften my tone.
He shrugged, looking unsure. “I’m okay. Just trying to stay out of all the chaos.”
I nodded. “Good.”
I left the school, but the uneasy feeling gnawing at me didn’t go away.
On the drive back, I saw a small dog in someone’s arms, and I smiled as I remembered Luca’s small dog.
The idea popped into my head, what if I got Luca a dog as a gift? After everything he’d done for me, maybe this would be a good way to thank him.
The thought stayed with me as we reached the house.
I stepped out of the car, my mind still on Luca, and if he would like the dog, when suddenly, a hand shot out from the corner.
I gasped, the breath caught in my throat as I was yanked roughly into a hard body.
My heart hammered in my chest, but I couldn’t see who it was.
For a split second, all I could think was that it was Luca.
Then the shadow whispered right into my ears.
“Did you really think you could keep running, Alina?”