Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince (Savage Mafia Empire)

28. Luca

Chapter twenty-eight

Luca

I’m trying to reach Gianna, but I can’t seem to get ahold of her after she left a message about going to Mateo’s house to be with our daughter and counting on me to get them both out of his house.

She left before I could get to her and her phone has been switched off since she sent the message.

There’s a heated noise outside my house and it’s getting me fucking pissed. I slam the door to my bedroom as I leave for the stairs.

Gianna and my daughter need me and I can’t just wait any longer for Bianca and her intel.

“Where is he? Come out, you cunt!” a voice growls from outside as I reach the living room.

The noise is louder and clearer here. Now is not the best time for anyone to piss me off any more than I already am.

“Who the fuck is that?” I open the door to meet Giovanni’s gaze. Fuck .

Two of my men are holding his arms with Sterling beside him.

“ Figlio di puttana ,” Giovanni spits with disgust.

“Learn some respect, stronzo ,” Sterling retorts as he connects a punch to his abdomen.

Giovanni groans, bending in response to the hit.

“That’s enough.” I stop Sterling just before he hits Giovanni again.

His eyes are cold and icy as he glares at me, still recovering from the hit.

“You’ve got balls coming into my home, Giovanni. Bring him in.”

“I’ll fucking kill you. You fucking bastard. Didn’t you want to have her… to protect her? Instead, you let Mateo have her!” He yells as my men drag him into my house.

I stand in the center of the room, watching him being pushed into the building. He fucking knew about my child and never once mentioned her to me. He kept her a secret, just like Gianna.

“Leave,” I instruct Sterling and the two others.

Sterling takes a moment before he follows the others to leave.

Giovanni wipes a blood stain from the corner of his mouth as he keeps his gaze locked on mine. My men must have landed a couple of punches to his face.

“You kept my daughter away from me.”

“Are you fucking insane, Luca?” Giovanni comes at me with furious eyes.

“You not only betrayed me but had dealings with the Carusos, for fuck’s sake!”

Giovanni is walking closer to me, his fists balled by his sides. “You fucking stronzo ! First you hold her as your prisoner, then you give her back to him! How could you?”

I take a step back, avoiding a punch I can sense might be coming at me any moment now.

“What are you fucking talking about?”

“You threaten my family, try to kill me, then kill my father, and now this?”

I move away and narrowly escape his fist as he misses my face by just an inch. “I didn’t kill your father, Giovanni. I wanted to be the one who did but someone beat me to it.”

“ Bugiardo (liar)!” He comes at me again and, this time, punches my face.

Fuck!

“ Bastardo !”

I retaliate with a punch to his nose. It starts bleeding almost immediately but he wipes off the bloodstain like it’s nothing.

“You fucked my sister, stole her innocence, got her pregnant and then fucking left.”

I massage my jaw to smother the pain from the punch.

Fucking asshole.

“I didn’t do anything she didn’t want,” I retort.

“She was just a fucking child, Luca.”

“She was twenty-one, Giovanni!”

“You were my fucking best friend and I fucking trusted you.”

His words hit me deeper than any punch he threw at me. Flashbacks of us hanging out, talking about the future and how we were going to run this town together. He was my brother.

“I loved her, Giovanni,” I blurt before I can stop myself. I’ve never had to admit what I felt for Gianna long ago out loud.

“What?”

“I loved her. I didn’t know how to tell you without ruining our friendship. You were so protective of her and I just knew you wouldn’t let me have her, but the thought of not being with her killed me. I tried for so long to push those feelings down, but when she told me how she felt, it was like I could breathe for the first time.”

He is gazing at me with keen eyes. I know I shouldn’t have stupidly admitted that out loud.

Dammit .

“You have no idea how fucked up I was after my parents' death. How I found out you were all traitors.”

“Fuck you, Luca.”

“You had her come to me to get to my parents and fucking murder them.”

The rage returns to his eyes. I’m panting heavily as I stop myself from punching him again.

“We did not kill anyone. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“Don’t you fucking dare lie to my face in my fucking house. How do you explain the fucking marks?”

“I’ve told you, Luca. I have no fucking idea! Someone must have set us up.”

I take a step closer, holding my balled fist close to my chest. It’s getting harder to keep it from smashing his fucking face. “Don’t Giovanni,” I warn in an icy tone.

“So this is your plan, giving her back to Mateo as revenge. She trusted you enough; that’s why she came here for your help even after I warned her not to.”

“She left on her own. Do you really think I would hand over Gianna to that fucking bastard?”

“I no longer know you, Luca, or what you’ve become.”

“I might be all things but not a double-crossing liar and betrayer like you.”

“You-” Giovanni rushes at me angrily and pushes me hard to meet the wall. " Fanculo (Fuck yourself) , Luca,” he grunts.

Fuck .

I hit his arm hard with my elbow as he punches me in the abdomen.

He grunts but doesn’t let go as he pins me to the wall. His grip on me loosens as I hit him in the face and his nose starts to bleed again.

I stop him before he gets a chance to punch me, punching him instead.

The door opens wide and someone screams. I’d know her voice anywhere. It’s Bianca.

Giovanni and I continue to exchange punches, ignoring her presence as she runs towards us.

“Luca, fucking stop!”

I grunt as Giovanni punches my face. My lips burst from the hard impact.

“Giovanni, please stop!”

Bianca comes in between us as I pull myself away, wiping off my bloody lip. “What is fucking wrong with both of you?” She exchanges glances between us, her arms spread apart in our directions. “Have you gone mad? You’re both bleeding and hurt.”

Her hair is in a messy bun. I’ve always known my sister to care so much about her looks that she takes every chance she gets to fix her hair or face. Something feels off.

“He started this.”

“Oh, please, you’re not fucking children. Nice seeing you again, Giovanni, after all these years,” she replies. He shoots daggers at me with his eyes before settling them on Bianca.

“You know Mateo still has your daughter and Gianna, yet you’re here fucking throwing punches at him.” She glares at me.

“This asshole gave her to him.”

“I didn’t; I would never,” I growl.

“Bullshit!”

“It’s true, Giovanni,” Bianca replies, staring at him. “Luca hates Mateo more than you think.” She turns to look at me for a second.

“You should have seen how fucking pissed Luca was at me for trading her to him.”

Giovanni’s expression changes as he stares at her, shocked.

“I thought I was doing the right thing, freeing her from my stupid brother, but I swear, I had no idea he would turn out to be this. I’d never intentionally put Gianna in danger.”

I find my way to the bar, needing a fucking drink to cool my head.

“I need to get them both out of there,” Giovanni says.

“That’s all we want, too,” Bianca replies.

I pour myself a glass of whiskey, downing it in one gulp. “What have you found, Bianca?”

She turns to look at me. “Not much but it can still help.” She rubs her palms on her blue jeans and shoves her hand into her black bag. She’s acting very differently today. Almost like she’s scared and running away from something or perhaps, someone.

“Here,” she says, walking closer to me. She hands me photos of Mateo with Russo, another with Moretti and Martino.

“These are the people loyal to Mateo. He has them in some kind of deal that has their men working for him.”

Double-crossing bastards. All of them.

“That explains why his army is getting larger and larger,” Giovanni adds.

“Yes,” Bianca replies.

“I knew this all along. That’s why I now deal with Marcus and Victor.”

“Only here’s the thing: Mateo has just recently had a falling out with Martino.”

“That means he has less control of shipments through the northern border since Martino controls it,” Giovanni answers.

“I hear he has a shipment coming in today through that border,” Bianca says.

“So we steal it and make it look like Martino’s men did it. They’d break up immediately,” I retort.

“We’ll have Martino on our side again,” Bianca blurts.

I know better than to trust that cunt again if we ever do business together. Still, he would definitely come in handy to smoothen our shipments into the city. His restaurant is a perfect cover to hide his illegal dealings. I need more players if I want to take this city back. Everyone I can get, even if I have to sit with the devils.

My father did that to get more power. I’ll do the same as long as I get what I want.

“It’s all a game after all.”

“If we win back Martino, we will have Moretti and Russo in no time. We just have to break them all up.”

“Less men on his side gives us a fair fight against him to save my sister and niece,” Giovanni adds. He swipes the sleeve of his blue shirt over his nose to clean some blood seeping out.

I think I broke his nose. He fucking deserved that. My jaw still hurts from his punches.

Bianca’s phone starts to ring in her bag. She takes it out hurriedly and her demeanor changes as she looks at her phone, cutting the call off immediately.

“I don’t need your fucking help to save them,” I retort.

“They are my family!”

“That is my daughter you all kept away from me. This would have never happened if she was with me.”

“You’re-”

“Stop it already! That’s enough. Fighting each other won’t save anyone and who fucking knows what Gianna is going through right now.”

Giovanni and I keep mute, glaring at each other for a moment.

“Stop acting like kids and let’s get her out of there together.”

“I can have my men ready for the steal tonight,” I say.

“We have to be?” Bianca’s phone goes off again, ringing out loud.

I can tell she’s scared as her fingers tremble holding her phone.

“I’m sorry, I should switch this off.”

“What’s wrong, Bianca?” I ask, concerned.

She shakes her head in response, her fingers still trembling as she holds her phone.

I move closer to her and grab her arm, making her stare back at me. “Spill it, Bianca.” My voice is firm now. I need to know if something is fucking wrong or if my sister’s in danger.

“I-I,” she stammers as she turns her face away from me. “I messed with the wrong people, Luca, and they are after me now.”

Fuck .

“Who is it, Bianca?”

“It’s one of Mateo’s men. He knows I’m your sister.” She turns back to stare at me, her eyes teary already.

Fucking Christ.

“What the fuck, Bianca! I told you to be fucking careful.”

“I swear, I was really careful. I had no idea he worked for Mateo until he tried to hurt me in my hotel room.”

“He tried to hurt you? You are no longer leaving this house.” I dial Vito's number.

He picks up on the first ring. “Boss.”

“Send more men to the house. Now.”

I have no fucking idea what surprises Mateo might pull off.

I fucking hate surprises.