Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince (Savage Mafia Empire)

13. Luca

Chapter thirteen

Luca

“Aye man, we fucked up the Mancini pricks for good; none of them are gonna fuck with us now,” Sterling says with a smirk on his face.

I turn to stare at him with fury in my eyes. Even though I had Giovanni, I’m still fucking pissed. My blood coursing roughly with rage through my veins.

“Fuck, Sterling, shut the hell up!” I seethe, my anger boiling over. “You’re not as smart as you think you are, so stop fucking rejoicing like a lunatic! Giovanni was just the first of them.”

The room gets awkwardly silent, and Sterling and Vito keep exchanging nervous glances. I pace the room, my mind drifting near and far. “That was not enough; I need more!”

I pull out my phone and dial Bianca’s number. She answers on the first ring.

“Bianca, how’s Miami? I just needed to check up on you.”

“What the fuck, Luca? I heard about everything happening with the Mancinis and Giovanni... Luca, what is wrong with you?” She lashes out at me without restraint.

She has always been the soft one.

I’m not letting the Mancinis think I’m fucking weak.

“I need you to stay in Miami. I’m not letting those traitors stay alive when they murdered our parents. I’m in contact with some guys and they’ll keep you safe, no matter what."

“Wait, Luca, Lu...”

I end the call before she can say anything else, gazing at my phone. My eyes are cold; I have no form of emotion in me.

Bianca’s profile on my phone is a family picture taken when I was just a freshman in college. We had gone on a family vacation to a private beach in the Hamptons.

A chuckle escapes as I stare at my young, frail, naive and fragile self in the picture. Giovanni was there with us that day—I remember it like it was yesterday. Only now, I’ve sent that piece of shit to hell.

I slam my phone to the ground, and the screen shatters into a hundred pieces.

Vito and Sterling jump up, taking a step back, their eyes wide with surprise. They open their mouths to say something, but nothing comes out. They exchange a glance and shut up, watching me storm out to the balcony.

Standing on the balcony, I’m gazing out at the city below, puffing on my cigar. The streets are alive with scum and filth, with people scurrying around like rats. A line of fancy cars cruises by, their owners thinking they’re above the law.

I watch it all with disgust and anger, thinking this city’s a fucking cesspool.

Just as I’m lost in thought, Vito approaches me from behind, his voice cautious. “What’s up, Boss?”

“Vito, I’m done with this shithole hotel. It’s time I go home and we’re taking a fucking house guest with us.”

His eyes widen, and he swallows hard, like he’s trying to gulp down a lump of fear. He looks at me like I’m a fucking predator, ready to feast on my prey. He has no idea.

My mind is cold, calculating, and ruthless when I say, “It’s about time I took that backstabbing bitch.”

Sterling leaves to get the car ready as Vito packs the boxes I had brought from Miami.

It’s about time this fucking city knew that the De Santis are back.

In the car, I direct my words at Sterling. “You’re excused to join the others. Vito, Parker and I have to make a quick stop.”

His eyes flicker towards me in the rearview mirror, curiosity piqued. He wisely refrains from asking questions. He knows better than to trifle with me, lest he suffer the consequences.

“Drive on, Sterling.” After a few more miles, Sterling gets out of the vehicle and joins the other cars in the convoy.

He’s going home to prepare my house, the De Santi mansion, for my arrival. I’m making my return a grand shit with a vengeance that will make my name feared on this street again.

“Boss, where are we going?”

“To Canal Street, we are meeting up with Andre.”

Vito makes a quick turn, heading to Canal Street. Andre has everything set already. My patience wears thin as I stare at the road, ignoring Vito’s gaze through the rearview mirror.

I’ve waited for this for a damn long time. Andre had better not fuck this up.

“That store,” I say, pointing to a grocery store by the right-hand corner of the street.

A black Range Rover is parked in front of the store with a man outside the driver’s seat, smoking a cigar. It’s Andre. His biceps hug his brown leather jacket tightly. He has his dark brown hair in a faded cut with a tattoo on his neck.

A second passes as Vito slows down and we approach the store.

Her familiar face walks out of the store’s doors. She hasn’t changed a lot. Her blonde hair is in a ponytail, with those round amber eyes fixed on the bags she has in her hand. She’s uttering some words to Andre as Vito parks behind their car.

“Get her,” I instruct Parker.

He swiftly jumps out of the car with a gun in his hand. The sound of a bullet whizzes in the air as Vito takes a clean shot at Andre’s arm through the window before Andre reaches for his gun.

Gianna is perplexed as Parker grabs a hold of her. She’s trying to fight him back but he is stronger, hitting the side of her head with the pistol.

Parker pulls her back to the car and forces her into the backseat. Vito is quick enough to drive away as Andre begins to shoot. He has his other arm bleeding from the shot. I know he’ll survive. The shot was only a ploy to keep him working for the Mancinis. They can’t know he secretly works for me. Not until I achieve my goal.

“Gianna.”

Her eyes grow wide when she sees me. “Oh my God, this can’t be... no...”

My jaws and fists clench tightly.

She is shaking her head frantically as I graze my fingers on her jaws.

Her eyes and lips tremble in disbelief.

“I’ve waited long enough. It’s time to face the consequences of your and your family’s actions.”

With that, Parker covers her face with a black textile. She struggles for a few minutes but Parker keeps the cloth in place until she falls unconscious.

She has always been one hard nut. I have other plans for her.

***

“Ah, finally awake, I see, Gianna,” I say, my voice low and deep.

She quivers as I fix her with a vicious gaze.

It’s been a long hour waiting for her to wake up. I had stared at her all the while she was asleep.

Her eyes flutter open, and her face pales with a puzzled look on it. I can see my presence hasn’t registered yet. She struggles against the restraints, her hands strapped to the iron railings, her body moving frantically.

“Where... where am I?”

The red glow of the lamp casts eerie shadows on the walls. I lean forward, my eyes blazing with intensity and burning with a deep-seated rage. A fury that’s been simmering for three long fucking years. I approach her. “I told you I’d be back.”

Gianna’s eyes widen in shock. She’s breathing heavily as she continues to try to free herself. “Fuck you, Luca. Let go of me.”

There’s something different about her eyes. There is so much sadness and anger in them, but no pain. That’s all I want every Mancini to feel.

Gianna still looks stunning. Her curves more prominent now and those fucking breasts perking through her shirt.

Fuck me for those thoughts.

I cough out a cold, mirthless sound. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

“You should be dead.”

“Well, I am not and I’m back to finally take what’s mine.” I can’t take my eyes off the way her chest heaves angrily and the movement of her breasts.

I haven’t forgotten our nights together. How could I forget her sweet, wet cunt that I claimed first?

“I warned you. Warned all of you that I’d be back for my revenge.” My voice is throaty, no doubt from the rage in me.

Her breath hitches as I walk closer to her and touch her cheeks. She flinches away.

“We didn’t fucking do it, Luca! Let go of me.” Her voice quivers in an attempt to sound firm.

“I’m not fucking dumb, Gianna.” I hold her jaw tightly, squeezing hard.

She groans in pain. Her eyes are filled with fear, just as I want them to be. “Luca... Luca, I swear I had nothing to do with their deaths.”

“It’s too late for lies now,” I grunt, letting go of her jaw.

“Let me out of here, Luca. You are... you are fucking insane.” She curses again as a tear slides down her cheek.

I have her exactly where I want her. Terrified of me. She’ll regret ever messing with me.

I pace back a few steps before charging at her again, I grab her cheeks and tighten my grip around them until she starts to grunt in pain.

“Y-you’re hurting me, Luca,” she manages to say.

“I plan to do a lot worse, Princess.” The nickname I grew accustomed to calling her falls out of my mouth, only this time it’s accompanied by disdain.

She watches me as I grab the leather whip I had brought with me into the room. It’s going to be a long night for the both of us. It’s going to be a painful one for her while I get the full truth out of her.

“Luca, please.”

I walk closer to her, trailing the whip around her body. “Do you have any idea how I felt seeing them dead?”

She yells as I walk behind her and rip her clothes off from the back. “Luca, please stop.”

The sound of her breaking down in tears doesn’t have any effect on me—or, at least, not as much as it used to—as I continue to trail the whip on her smooth skin. My fingers graze her soft skin, my tongue suddenly bursting with a need to taste her.

“The pain I felt being betrayed by the people I held so dear to me.”

“Arggggghhhhhhh!” She screams as I tap the whip against her hard. Her back bends forward as she pulls on the chains.

“I fucking trusted you.”

Her screams are deafening as I land another on her back. Her skin is turning a bright red now with the whip marks imprinted on her body.

“Lu... Luca!” She’s breathless as she pants hard. Eyes reddened.

Good .

“Your family murdered mine in cold blood.”

The chains holding her down won’t stop rattling as I hit her again.

I stop and glance at her for a moment and she looks terrified. Her eyes are swollen with sweat mixed with tears dripping down her pretty face.

I am far gone at this point, self-aware, but far gone, regardless.

Standing right in front of her, she fixes her gaze to the ground, muffling her wails somehow.

In my self-aware moment, I can’t help but think she looks fucking hot with her hair scattered across her face.

With a gentle stroke of her messy hair behind her ears, she looks up at me with her big amber eyes. They look tired but… sexy.

Oh, fuck!

This is having a different effect on me than I thought it would. Without much thought and as if in a trance, I cup her face with my palms and kiss her violently. The kiss is intense and I bite her lips to draw out blood.

She groans in my mouth, trying to force herself free.

The taste of her blood on my tongue is oddly satisfying. I want more but I hold myself back, forcing myself away from her.

“FUCK YOU!” Her voice is full of rage.

Call me insane, but it’s making me fucking hard.

“You missed that, huh? You missed me?”

“Let me go. Please, I beg you.”

I turn deaf ears to her pleas as I walk back behind her. The mark of the whip stops right beneath her waist. I have no idea what I was thinking but this was not what I had planned; although, I made sure the whipping wasn’t strong enough to cause much pain.

My senses come alive as I kiss the mark impulsively, trailing little kisses down her back. Her smooth skin feels great against my tongue.

She grunts as I wrap my arm around her waist from behind and undo the button on her jeans. “Please, Luca. Let me go.” Her voice turns to a soft moan as I slide my fingers into her jeans and cup her core.

Fuck! What am I doing?

Yet I can’t deny how much I’ve missed the feeling of her skin under my fingers.

She grunts a little as I stroke her pussy. “Let... me… go.”

She's fucking wet already. I gently kiss her neck, down to her spine, as I use my other hand to push the noncompliant jeans down. They don’t seem to want to come off with just one hand.

Another grunt falls off her lips as I remove my fingers from inside her jeans. She flutters her legs as I tug her jeans down. “Stop, Luca. Let me fucking go.” Only, her voice doesn’t sound as convincing as she wants it to be.

Her black, tiny thong comes into view as I finally push her jeans down to fall on her ankles.

“You are going nowhere, Princess. You’re fucking mine.”

I slide my finger back into her pussy and begin to stroke her clit with my thumb, not able to control myself anymore.

Her grunts turn to rough moans as she tries to stop herself from giving in. Her legs jerk and squeeze my arm tightly as I slide another finger into her pussy unexpectedly. The sounds of her moans fill up my room and it sounds like music to my ears.

Her wetness is dripping down my fingers as I slide another finger into her. I'm going to fingerfuck the senses out of her. Her sweet cunt feels so good with my fingers inside her pussy. I continue to rub her clit with my thumb.

She holds the restraints tighter. Her pussy clenching tightly on my fingers drives me insane. She’s still so fucking tight. It makes me wonder if no one else has had her since I left. The thought of another fuckhead’s dick in her pisses me off and I don’t know why.

I slide my fingers out of her abruptly. “Has anyone else fucked you?” I growl.

She’s panting hard, her eyes struggling to keep my gaze. I grab her cheeks, albeit too roughly. “Answer me. Who else has been inside you?”

She trembles as she shakes her head in response. “No... no one.”

My dick is throbbing hard in my pants and is threatening to force its way out soon.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me.” I slide my fingers back into her, continuing to fingerfuck her. The insides of her pussy are so damn warm and tight.

“Luc-aa.” My name escapes her lips as a groan. She screams as I increase the pace of my fingers.

“Did you really think you could get away from me?”

She is screaming but I don’t stop.

I watch her eyes roll in pleasure and her feet flutter as she struggles to stop moving. I push my fingers deeper into her as I lower my lips on hers to swallow her screams of pleasure.

Her legs begin to shake as I push her into an orgasm. She squeezes her thighs and her pussy becomes even tighter.

Fuck .

I slide my fingers out of her just before she comes to a release. I’m not letting her have a fucking orgasm.

She’s panting harder as she stares at me through the corner of her eyes, watching me taste her juice on my fingers.

Fuck, this is not how I intended our first encounter to go!

“This isn’t over yet,” I tell her and leave.