Lahat ng Kabanata ng Signed To The Mafia King: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

ALINAThe door opened.Ethan walked in like he owned the place. He was dressed in a black suit that hugged his broad shoulders.His eyes moved across the mahogany desk, the shelves stacked with ledgers, the leather chair I sat in. He took his time, nodding slightly. “Still looks like Daddy’s office.” He smirked. “That means you’ve been busy.”I leaned back in my chair. “I have.”He didn’t even know just how busy I had been. Ethan pulled out the chair across from me, sat down, and stretched out like he had all the time in the world. His arm rested lazily against the desk.I watched him, taking in the way he carried himself. He looked relaxed but alert, like a man who was always two steps ahead of the room. He hadn’t changed much. The same strong jaw, the same arrogance on his face. He still looked too handsome for his own good. I knew that he knew he was handsome. And he knew I knew that too.“So.” He tilted his head. “Have you made a decision?”I arched my brow. “On what?”He gave

ALINAThe baby screamed in my arms, her small body trembling so hard I could feel it in my bones.My heart pounded in my ears, but the noise around me was louder.The woman was shouting as the bullet hit Ethan. I wasn’t even sure where, only that I could see blood staining his clothes fast.Damn.Ethan was still standing, though he was breathing fast, his palm pressed into his side.Blood soaked through his shirt. For a second, he didn’t react, as if he was still trying to figure out where he’d been hit.Then his eyes went dark like an ocean when a storm blew in. He looked suddenly like Luca, when someone had pissed him off.“Ethan,” I cried, moving the baby to one arm and stepping closer to him.The man was cocking his gun again. He was going to shoot someone else. I hoped it wasn’t the little girl.Ethan’s fingers were stained red as he tried to keep standing, trying to keep the blood from pumping out.The woman was sobbing now, bent on the ground, hands covering her mouth. “You bas

ALINABlood was still dripping from the ax when I let it fall.It hit the floor with a thud, but I barely heard it over Riot’s ragged, pain-filled breaths. His face twisted in agony, sweat popping out on his forehead as he held the ruined stump of his arm.His breath came out in sharp, broken gasps. Blood pooled at his side, dark and thick against the floor. He shook, but I didn’t know if it was from the pain or the rage in his eyes.I stared down at him, feeling nothing. No pity. No regret. Just the hum of anger under my skin.The loss of his hand was enough to remind him for all the days of his miserable life that hitting a woman was wrong, though I didn't believe he would learn.“You used that hand to hit a woman,” I said quietly. “Now you don’t have it for anything else. You despicable man.” I spat at him. Riot’s nostrils flared, his teeth bared in a snarl as more blood poured from his hand.I tilted my head, watching him carefully. “If you ever lay a hand on Valerie again, I’l

ALINA I called the number again.Nothing.I stared at the screen, heart pounding.It rang five times, then cut off.I swallowed, hit redial, prayed someone would pick up. The man who had called sounded dangerous, the kind of man who wouldn't care about hurting the child if he could get what he wanted.Was that Riot's elder brother? Did it make a difference who it was?Still no answer.“What are you planning to do?” Luca asked when I almost ran over to the car.I barely looked up. I was glad he was beside me, with his intensity, but the man had asked me to come alone. “I’m going to get the boy.”Luca snapped. “Alone?”“Yes.”Luca stopped and the suddeness of the action made me stop too. “It’s a trap.”I nodded. I knew exactly what it was. “I know.”Luca looked exasperated. His eyes flashed at me. “And you’re still going?”My grip on my phone tightened. “Do you have a better idea?”Luca nodded, looking all sensible, like he needed me to be sensible too. How could I be sensible when t

ALINALuca 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 ma