Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince (Savage Mafia Empire)

27. Luca

Chapter twenty-seven

Luca

My eyes are still heavy with sleep as I roll to the edge of my bed. I had occupied myself with work after Gianna left. She brings out all sorts of feelings I thought I had buried after my parents' death, but I don’t want to let her go this time. Especially now that she has my child.

Marcus has had the new shipment of coke delivered to my warehouse in East Harlem. I’ve instructed Vito to have the supplies sent out to our clients today.

I rub my eyes with the back of my arms. My head hurts from the lack of good sleep. I’ve been finding it harder to sleep lately. With Bianca still pissed at me, the business and everything going on with Gianna, I have a lot going on in my mind. It’s worth it, though, seeing my plans to take over New York City again slowly piecing together.

It was just never in my plan to lose my sister or to fall for Gianna again… or to find out I had a child. Yet I can’t shake the feeling I am having lately that, somehow, we were meant to be.

I’ve made more alliances with the smaller mafia gangs and won their loyalty, except for the Mancinis and Carusos. I’ll find my way around it till all of this city becomes mine again. The truth about Gianna and my daughter have altered my plans. I can’t take revenge on their family now. At least, not the way I had planned to.

I grunt as my phone’s ringtone goes off on the nightstand. It’s just a few minutes past six in the morning as I pick up my phone, pissed. Who the fuck is calling me this early?

The caller has no name, which makes it fucking suspicious. I stay silent as I slide the icon to answer the call.

“Your warehouse is on fire,” the voice says.

I stand up immediately. My heart stops for a moment.

“What the fuck are you saying? Who the fuck are you?” I growl.

“Everything is fucking gone.”

“Who is this?”

The call ends.

Fuck .

I dial Vito’s number immediately. This can’t be happening.

The fuckhead doesn’t pick up. I’m panting angrily as I fling the door to my closet open and yank out a black shirt from inside it. My phone starts to ring again.

“Where the fuck are you?” I bark at Vito.

“In my apartment. Is everything alright, Boss?”

Fucking Christ.

“Who is at the warehouse?”

“I left Sterling there last night. Is something wr-”

I end the call before he gets to complete his sentence and dial Sterling’s number. It’s fucking switched off.

Shit.

I hastily slip on a shirt and grab a pair of black jeans along with my car keys. I’m losing my mind as I run out of the house, redialing Vito’s number.

It can’t be. Everything. Fuck, no.

Two of my men are positioned at the front door. I walk past them, ignoring their greetings as I slide into my car. Vito picks up the call on the first ring.

“Meet me at the warehouse. Now.” I end the call as I start the car, driving out to the main street immediately.

Who is fucking playing games with me?

My eyes catch the sight of a silver Toyota following me in the side mirror. I grip the steering wheel with one hand and grab my gun from my car’s safe with the other.

“Fuck.”

The car drives closer to mine, maintaining a little distance between us.

One of the men sticks his head out the window with a pistol in his hand. I grunt as he shoots at me. The bullet meets the side mirror instead.

Bastardo !

The car increases its speed as I step on the gas, making a quick turn at a junction. It continues to tail behind me.

Who the fuck are these guys?

He takes more shots at me but they hit the car frame instead. I shoot back at them while still trying to drive safely. I don’t hit either of them. They continue to shoot at me as they get closer.

I take a shot at the man in the passenger side, when their car is positioned beside mine, as he stops to reload. The bullet hits his shoulder. I shoot at them again, this time targeting the car’s tire. It deflates from the impact of the bullet, buying me enough time to escape as the car slows down. I leave them behind and they stop following me.

I’m going to fucking find out who’s behind all this.

Sterling is outside the building smoking a cigar as I pull the car to a stop. His wrinkled blue shirt has a grease stain on it.

“Boss,” he greets as I get out of the car.

Vito steps out of his car, too. He removes the black shades he has on and readjusts his black baseball cap.

“What the fuck happened here?”

Sterling stares at me surprised. “It arrived last night and the men are getting them ready to be transported today. Everyone’s working inside.”

“Then who fucking called me to say it was on fire?”

Sterling exchanges a glance between Vito and me, confused.

Fuck! I kick the tire of my car angrily. The warehouse is perfectly fine. Someone planned this to get me out of the house to fucking kill me.

“Where is your phone?”

“I haven’t seen it since last night. I must have dropped it somewhere and I can’t remember where,” Sterling replies.

Shit. The morning chase wasn’t a coincidence.

“Who was it that called you, Boss?”

“I have no fucking idea, Vito, but I’m going to find him.” I stare at the warehouse, infuriated by how I let this happen.

There’s a fucking snitch among my men and he is working for the person that wants me dead. “Find me everyone that was here last night when the product arrived,” I add.

I slide back into my car to return home. By all means, I need to find the son of a bitch playing fucking games with me and end this once and for all.

Driving back home in silence, the rage I felt minutes ago almost completely dissolves as I walk into my house to see Bianca by the bar. I wasn’t expecting her to be here, but I’m glad she is.

“Bianca.”

She has a glass in her hand. It has a red stain on the rim with a few drops of red wine in it. I stare at her, slightly worried. I’m hoping she isn’t back with her addiction. She seemed to handle it better when we were away from the city. Maybe it was because I had her under my watch.

“Relax, brother, I’m not fucking drunk.” She twirls the glass before setting it on the counter. “I only had a sip.”

“How have you been?”

“Good. I really needed the space.”

I walk closer to her. I’ve missed having her around. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me, too.”

“Listen, about what I said... I was angry and being stupid and took it out on you. You're my family, and instead of protecting you and listening to you, I’ve been pushing you away.”

Bianca forces a smile and nods.

“It’s fine, Luca. I was a total pain in the ass to them and I regret it now. They wouldn’t have had to send me overseas if I didn’t have... my troubles.”

I hate that she feels this way because of what I fucking said.

“I want to help out in the family business. I owe it to them.”

“It’s dirty and dangerous, Bianca.”

“Please, Luca, let me help. I’ll do my best in any way I can. I promise to stay out of trouble.”

She looks different now with her new hair color. It’s dyed red. Her makeup is mild yet absolutely stunning with Mother’s eyes.

“Fine.” I drop my keys on the counter as I grab myself a glass. She grabs the bottle of red wine she had opened and pours me a glass before she pours herself some.

“Have you heard?”

I take a sip, welcoming the sweet taste on my tongue.

“The Carusos. Mateo is getting married to Gianna.”

A hard gulp struggles to pass down my throat as I clench my jaws tightly.

Bianca notices the change in expression and her eyes stare back at me with pity hidden behind them. “He has Sophie.”

I drop the glass to the counter angrily. Not my child. “How do you fucking know all of this?”

“I used to drink with a lot of people. One of them happens to be Mateo’s man. He was drunk and began rambling about it last night at the bar.”

I raise my brows, silently questioning why she was at the bar.

“I only went to catch up with some friends. I wasn’t drinking, I promise.”

“Where the fuck did he say they are?”

“In Mateo’s home. It sounds like Gianna is being forced to stay with him. He said something about kidnapping the kid to get her to surrender.”

Oh fuck!

I grab my keys off the counter. My daughter needs me now. Fuck, Gianna needs me, too!

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Bianca says, holding my arm.

“To fucking get my woman and my daughter.”

“Are you crazy?” She lets go of my arm. “Mateo will have a fucking army waiting for you. He has a significant number of mafia gangs working with him.”

I just might be in need of Bianca’s help more than I think I do. “How are you sure of that?”

“He has bought them over. He had taken over the game when you were away. Mateo is stronger than you think.”

“I can’t stay here and do nothing.”

“See, this is why you need me, Luca. Being away from the city for so long makes me almost invisible here. I’ll help you get all the information you need on him.”

I hear a knock on the door.

“Be careful, Bianca.”

“I can take care of myself.”

We both walk to the door and she surprises me as she pulls me into a hug.

“Stay alive, brother.”

I take in the smell of her hair, hit by the sense of nostalgia. Things were simpler and much easier when we were younger. “Be safe.”

She nods as she pulls away from me and takes the doorknob. “I’ll call you.”

Vito is by the door as she opens it. They share a gaze for a moment before she walks away.

He nods a greeting to her. “I have all of them here, Boss.”

“Good. Give me your phone.” I’ll fucking fish out this ratto (rat).

He stares at me, confused for a moment, as he hands his phone to me. I take my phone out of my pocket and dial the number that had called me earlier on his. We both walk out to the compound.

I see Bianca driving out.

Good. I don’t want her to see any of this.

The open space has my men standing a distance apart. There’s ten of them. They are standing in a straight line. The phone rings as I call it.

“One of you here is a ratto .” I walk closer to them. “I’ll find out who it is.”

No one answers.

“All I need to find out is who this fucking asshole is working for.” The phone starts to ring again as I redial it.

Vito is following behind as I walk past each of the men to the trucks they had brought. A faint ring goes off in one of the trucks. Vito and I lock gazes.

“Move away from the line if you didn’t come in this truck,” Vito orders the men.

Five of them move away, leaving five more.

“Come out now and get the chance to live,” I warn.

None of them speak as they glare at one another.

“Fine. Give me your gun.”

Vito hands me his gun.

“I’ll shoot every one of you if I have to.”

I point the gun to the back of the head of the guy in the middle. As I place my finger on the trigger, the last man on the left-hand side dashes hurriedly in the direction of the other truck.

“Son of a-” Vito runs after him as I take a clean shot and shoot him on his leg.

He falls to the ground, groaning as he still tries to escape, crawling on the ground.

Vito catches up with him and sends his face to the ground with a hard punch.

I move closer to see his face. He has a cross tattoo up the left side of his head. His dark brown hair is in a buzz cut. I’ll teach the others not to fucking mess with me, making them watch as I make him regret double-crossing me.

“ Bastardo !” I growl as I kick him in the face.

He coughs out blood, his face stained with dust.

“Who do you fucking work for?”

I have a fucking mole! No wonder it seems like someone was always one step ahead. The question is who.

He stays quiet on the ground, breathing heavily.

“Fucking answer me.”

He yells in pain as I shoot his second leg.

“Tell me.”

“It’s Mateo. Please don’t kill me,” he begs.

That fucking cunt.

“Fuck you!”

I punch him in the head hard and he falls to the ground unconscious.

“I’ll fucking kill any of you who try to double-cross me.” I hand the gun back over to Vito. Some of the men shuffle their feet uncomfortably while others look ahead with hardened faces.

“I’ll fucking kill that figlio di puttana. ”