Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 95: Chapter 95

LUCA
Mr. Talciro was seated across from me, a frown marring his face. “Are you not interested in the gold?” He asked. “I will give you twenty percent of the profit.”
I chuckled. “I am interested in the gold, but I am not foolish, I will not risk my neck because of greed.”
Mr. Talciro had called to schedule a meeting with my secretary. He had even allowed me to choose the location as a gesture of good will.
We were seated in a private booth at an upscale restaurant.
“You will provide the men, I will provide the means. We can make millions. And if you impress me, there will be more where this came from.”
I took a sip of my whiskey and felt it burn down my chest. “And if my men are caught, what then?”
Mr. Talciro waved the words away. He smirked. “I hear your men are the most brutal on the streets. I'm sure that will never happen.”
Did he think I was foolish? How could he expect me to give him my men, and in exchange, they got to control the operation and still keep the majority of the profit?
“No. I'm not interested. The gold isn't worth the lives of my men.”
The genial look on his face blanked and his eyes darkened. “Riot Alvorado agreed to do this for less. Maybe I should have used him.
I chuckled again, though my fingers drummed an angry beat on the table. “Maybe you should have.” I bit out.
How dare he threaten me?
I straightened my shoulders. “When you're ready to work with my terms, you can reach out and schedule a meeting. I will take forty percent of the profit and not a dime less. Have a good day, Mr. Talciro.”
With those words, I shoved my chair back and walked away. I left the restaurant, pissed that he had brought up Riot Alvarado in his bid to sway me.
The Alvarado Cartel was not even half as good as I was, and Mr. Talciro knew it or he would already be working with Riot. I seethed during the entire drive to the office.
Elena stopped me at the door. “Your father is waiting for you inside. He arrived in a terrible mood.”
Just what I needed. I nodded at Elena. “Get my wife on the phone, let her know I'll be home late.”
I stepped into my office, my eyes narrowing when I found my father sitting at my desk.
He had the tiny dagger my mother had gifted me in his arms. As I watched, he lifted it, and stabbed my desk.
I watched him dispassionately as I sat in front of my desk. “What do you want, father?”
The hate in his eyes made me uneasy for a moment, as his gaze met mine. “I didn't know you gave your wife enough authority that she feels she can disrespect me.” He snarled, pulling the knife from the desk and stabbing it again.
“Don't repeat that.” I said calmly, swallowing my anger though it burned my throat. “What happened with Alina?”
“She walked away from me! That little bitch walked away as I was speaking to her!” Father growled the words. “Well, the slap would teach her never to try that again!”
My stomach twisted with a tight, painful knot as I jumped across the desk and grabbed my father, lifting him from my desk. “What did you say?” I hissed into his face. “How dare you hit my wife?”
Father's face became a deathly color as I pulled his collar tighter. He wheezed. “Are you going to kill your father because I taught that girl a lesson she needed to learn?” He hissed. “Go ahead!”
I pushed him away, my fingers tingling with the urge to slap him.
I deliberately stepped away from him, walking to the door to buy myself a few seconds to clear my head.
“Get out of my office, Dante. And don't come back.”
Father hissed angrily and gasped as he dragged air into his lungs. “That girl has ruined you. She needs to die, you should fucking kill her and take control of the Costa Mafia. Can you imagine how strong we'd be then?”
My fingers fisted at my sides as I was suffused with rage. My jaw clenched as I snarled. “Get out, Father.”
He refused to, but I took a step towards him and he hurried out. A second more, and he certainly would have received that slap.
I sat behind my desk, forcing my anger under control, inhaling and exhaling until I could slowly unclench my jaw without feeling like I would explode.
A few moments later, I left my office. Marco was standing by the door. He took one look at my face and hurried to bring the car around.
We drove home quietly. As we parked, Marco turned to me. “I know you don't want to hear this, but maybe your father is right, Luca. Alina is trouble.”
A sharp heat crawled up my neck as I stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut.
I walked up to Marco, pulled him out of the car and staring into the fear on his face, I growled at him. “If you ever try that again, I will fire you, Marco, without a second of regret.”
Marco gritted his teeth. “I am your second in command for a reason.”
“That reason does not extend to my wife. Try that again and you're gone.”
I shoved him against the car and walked away. I stepped into the house and heard the sound of giggles. I followed the sound into the dining room.
Alina was holding Maya who was stirring something in a pan, laughing as she worked. Leo was seated on the kitchen counter, licking an ice cream cone.
The anger in my chest softened a little seeing them so happy, so untouched by the filth outside the walls.