Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 96: Chapter 96

LUCA
I stepped into the kitchen. I didn’t think twice. I walked up, pulled Alina close, and kissed her soundly.
I reminded myself that she was my wife, and that she was safe.
Her scent hit me immediately, soft and sweet like lilies. For a second, it felt like every heavy thing sitting on my shoulders lifted.
Maya stretched her arms, begging me to lift her. laughed under my breath, carried her into my arms, pressing a kiss to her soft cheek.
Leo was right behind her, tugging on my pants, saying he wanted up too.
I scooped him up into my other arm, and Alina smiled, the kind of smile that made me forget everything else for a second. Holding the children while we stood together in our kitchen felt surreal and perfect.
Was this what having our own children would feel like? No, I shoved the thought away.
Maya and Leo were already in enough trouble, bringing my own seed into the rotten world we belonged in wasn't something I ever wanted to do.
Still, I held the children closer.
“How was your day?” I asked her, shifting both kids onto my hips.
I wanted to question her on why she had disappeared with her cousin before I could get home, but I could guess why.
She shrugged, grimacing softly. “Busy. We’ll talk about Enzo later. Let's not do it in front of the kids.”
I knew she was brushing it off for now. I wanted to press, to ask her what happened, to know if he caused her any more trouble, but I let it go. Dinner first. Talking later.
We ate together at the table, the four of us, like a normal family. Maya smeared food across her plate. Leo demanded seconds.
Alina kept giving me looks every time Leo stuffed his mouth too much and I let him. I couldn’t help smiling at all of it. I had never thought I'd have this, and even trying to avoid it, I'd ended up with it anyway.
I wondered if the kids would need therapy. Did they remember what happened to their mother? They laughed and smiled and finished their food, so I prayed they were fine.
The kids slept off not long after dinner. Alina carried Maya upstairs and I took Leo. We tucked them in, kissed their heads goodnight, and closed their doors quietly.
Back in the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of wine and grabbed a beer for me. I leaned against the counter, watching her like I always did when things got too quiet and I didn’t know what to do with the feeling in my chest.
“There’s something I should tell you,” I said finally, breaking the silence.
She raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her wine, waiting.
“Mr. Talciro made me an offer today.”
Her face tightened a little, but she didn’t say anything.
I kept my voice calm. “He wants an alliance. If I help him with a problem.”
I didn’t tell her what the real offer was because I had no idea if I would work with Talciro yet.
I also didn't trust Analide. There was something about her that scratched me at the wrong places.
I also didn’t tell her that my own father had asked me to kill her to seal it. I couldn’t. The thought made me sick.
I stared at her across the counter and thought about how easy it would be to lie, to pretend everything was fine. But when it came to her, lying felt wrong.
I didn’t want anything to be wrong between us. Not anymore.
I set my beer down and crossed the room. I took her hands in mine, feeling the way her fingers tensed slightly in surprise. I kissed her hands slowly, both of them, breathing her in again because I needed it.
“Why didn’t you wait for me to handle Enzo?” I asked, my voice low, my forehead leaning against her temple.
She laughed softly. “Because I can take care of little problems like that. I didn’t need to bother you.”
I pulled back enough to look her in the eye. “You’re the strongest person I know,” I said, and meant it with every part of me.
She giggled, the sound lighting up the kitchen, and said, “You’re the strongest person I know.”
I didn’t answer. I kissed her instead.
It was supposed to be a soft kiss, quick and simple, but it wasn’t. It turned into something deeper without meaning to. I backed her up against the counter, my hands on her waist, her fingers threading into my hair.
Her mouth was warm and willing under mine. She tugged at my shirt, yanking it up over my head, and I helped her. The wineglass tipped over somewhere behind us but neither of us cared.
I kissed her harder, lifting her up onto the counter like she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me closer, panting my name against my mouth.
“Fuck, Luca. I want you.” She gasped, pulling my hips deeper between her thighs with her legs.
I pressed kisses down her neck, her chest, anywhere I could reach, while my hands worked at the buttons of her blouse. She helped me, fumbling at the hem of my jeans.
Everything about her made me lose my mind. Her taste. Her smell. Her little gasps every time I touched her just right. Her moan as I slide two fingers into her wet pussy.
She arched her back and pressed her breasts into my warm palm. I placed my cock against her wetness and bit down on her nipple as I slammed myself into her.
I grunted, her warm wetness making my back tighten as I fought to keep myself from cumming right then and there.
I fucked her right there, the kitchen cold around us but her body burning against mine.
She clung to me like she needed me the way I needed her, her lips brushing my ear, whispering my name again and again.
And I realized as I moved inside her, slow and deep, that there was nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for her. Nothing.
Not even if it meant going against my own blood.