Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince (Savage Mafia Empire)

34. Luca

Chapter thirty-four

Luca

Giovanni tries to stop me as he descends into the car. He had helped me tie a piece of my shirt to the wound before we got here.

“I’ll take care of this, Luca. Just wait here.”

“Bullshit. Mateo’s mine,” I protest, ignoring the pain in my arm.

We are still alive, all thanks to Bianca. She had sent out more men to help us at Mateo’s home after Vito had reached out to her. They came just in time to fight back Mateo’s men.

One of the men we captured alive gave out the location of Mateo’s secret warehouse. That’s how we got here.

We couldn’t stop Mateo when he escaped with Gianna and my daughter. They are in danger and I’ll do anything to get them back. Even if it means risking my own life.

“I’m going in there with you.”

Giovanni takes one more look at me. His eyebrows raised, silently questioning if I’m sure.

I’ve never been surer in my entire life than I am right now. Mateo’s mine and I’ll fucking make him regret he messed with me all along.

By now, I know one more thing for sure -Gianna belongs to me and no one else. Just as Sophie does.

The sound of gunshots fills the air as my men and Mateo’s exchange fire.

“Fine, stay close,” Giovanni replies.

I grunt as I take off the safety of my gun and get out of the car quickly. The warehouse is heated with bullets fired everywhere. Bodies are dropping to the ground, covered in blood.

Giovanni covers me as I make my way to the door of the warehouse. I’m grunting, trying to ignore the pain in my arm. I spot Vito and Sterling busy taking down Mateo’s men.

My fingers fumble on the trigger as I try to shoot one of the men aiming at me, but Giovanni takes a quicker shot, sending a bullet right through his fucking brain, causing part of his head to burst open.

We exchange glances as I silently thank him for saving my life. The door to the warehouse opens as more armed men come out shooting at us.

Giovanni and I stop in our tracks before running to take cover from the shots being fired. We both settle at the side of a truck and take shots back at them.

I kill one coming at me, shooting him in his leg first. He falls to the ground on his knee when I take one last shot, sending a bullet through his chest.

“I’m going in. Gianna might be in danger,” I yell at Giovanni as we make eye contact.

He is breathing heavily, having almost been killed. The bullet flew right through the glass of the truck, missing his head by just an inch.

“I’ll cover for you,” he replies.

I nod in response, looking at both sides before I begin to run toward the door of the warehouse.

Giovanni is behind me as we both shoot Mateo’s assholes coming our way. The door is unlocked when we get there.

I try to open the door but yell when someone stabs my arm. “Arghh, fuck!” I slam the wooden door back, hitting the intruder in his face. My arm begins to hurt even more. He almost gets me in the same spot I had been shot.

Motherfucker!

I open the door again, taking quick shots as he rushes at me once more. I have my gun sticking to his abdomen when he tries to stab me again.

“Fuck you,” I growl, as I shoot him.

He gasps, then falls to the ground, blood spilling from the bullet wound in his stomach.

Giovanni is handling another man as they exchange fists. He had tossed Giovanni’s gun away from his hand. I shoot him in the face as he tries to punch Giovanni. His blood splatters on Giovanni’s face as he falls dead to the ground. We exchange glances.

“Let’s find her!” I yell.

Giovanni wipes off the blood spilling from his nose as we start the search for Gianna, picking up his gun first. He kicks down a door to a room, but it’s empty. We hear a noise coming from another direction and run towards it.

The pain in my arm has grown worse. Still, I’m not stopping till I find Gianna and my daughter, and till I know Mateo is dead.

Giovanni grunts as he stops just in time before a bullet is fired at him. I dodge quickly, moving to the side while Giovanni moves to the other side. He grabs the revolver’s tip and violently shoves it into the face of the man.

The man groans out loud. I shoot him in the leg as Giovanni takes his gun away from him, shooting him in the head with it.

While walking into the large room, we find two more of Mateo’s men and a badly wounded Pietro.

Giovanni and I take out both of the men, shooting them simultaneously as we walk further into the room. Pietro’s face is swollen and almost unrecognizable. He gazes at us keenly with half-opened eyes.

“Pietro? Where is she?”

“Luca,” he breathes.

Giovanni walks behind him to untie his arms and legs.

“He took her,” he adds, coughing out blood.

“Luca!” Giovanni yells.

I’m caught off guard as I feel a wooden object at the back of my neck.

Fuck .

I stagger forward, then turn around, cursing under my breath.

It’s one of Mateo’s men. He has a bat in his hand. I’m trying to regain my composure, walking away from him with my gun pointed at him.

“Fuck, I’m out,” Giovanni says as he tries to shoot him.

The man rushes at me again and tries to hit me.

I take a shot at him, missing his neck and piercing his arm instead. The back of my neck is hurting from the hard impact.

Fucking hell.

He only groans, stopping for a moment before he turns his icy glare on me.

I try to take another shot but I’m out of bullets, too.

Giovanni tries to punch him but he dodges, hitting Giovanni on his arm with the bat.

I toss the gun to the ground and take a boxing stance.

“I’ve always wanted to kill a fucking De Santi,” the man growls at me. The light in the room settles on his bald head. He is quite shorter than me.

“Well, not today,” I reply, as I try to punch him. He moves away before I can connect my fist to his face. He launches at me again, trying to hit me with the bat, but I dodge just in time, kicking him instead.

Giovanni punches the back of his head, pissing him off as he begins to swing the bat violently in our faces. I get a grip on the bat and try to force it out of his hand. He doesn’t let it go easily. Giovanni weakens him with another punch to the face. His nose starts to bleed but he still doesn’t let go.

I pull the bat harder as I drag him with it, closer to me. My arm is hurting like hell. I can already feel my fingers going numb.

“Son of a bitch,” Giovanni growls, while throwing two more punches at his face.

He finally lets go just before I do. I grip the bat tight as I smash it in his face hard. He falls to his knees with a bleeding mouth.

“Where is she?”

I smash the bat into his face again and he finally falls to the ground completely, blood oozing out of his nose and mouth. A wound from the impact is now visible on his head.

“Where is Gianna?”

He doesn’t reply; instead, he rolls on the ground and tries to get up. I smash the bat on his fingers and he yells loudly, falling back down to the ground.

“Answer me!”

He is panting hard, staring at me with a bloody face. His nose is broken and his face swollen. “Mateo’s fucking her. You’ll never have her,” he mutters.

In a quick fit of anger, I smash the bat on his head violently and his eyes stop moving. I’m breathing heavily as I toss the bat to the ground. It is smeared with blood.

I can’t let Mateo fucking touch her. My blood is boiling; I need to stop him. Now.

“My brother is still around here. Check every room,” Pietro says from behind us. He is on his knees on the ground.

“Fuck you!” I grunt at the dead body.

Giovanni picks up the gun from one of the dead guards and shoots the bald man in the head twice.

“Is he with my daughter?”

“No, he had someone else take her.”

Oh, fuck!

“Go save Gianna. I’ll find Sophie,” Giovanni says to me, tossing the other gun at me.

I grunt, catching the gun in the air.

The cloth I had tied on my arm is soaked in blood. My blood. I’m getting weaker by the minute, but I don’t let Giovanni notice.

“Be safe, Luca. I want to see you both alive.”

I nod in response as Giovanni walks out the door.

“Are you alright?” Pietro asks when I fall to my knees. His voice is full of concern.

I squeeze my eyes shut, stifling my groans. “I-I am.”

“You are hurt, Luca.”

“It doesn’t matter. I need to save Gianna.” I pull myself from the ground with every ounce of strength left in me and I cling to the wall for support for a few seconds. Every moment I waste here has Gianna in danger. I can’t let Mateo hurt her.

“She is lucky to have you.”

“Will you be fine?”

“Don’t worry about me. Go save your woman.”

I swallow a gulp, holding the gun tighter as I walk to the door.

“Stay alive, Pietro. I’ll be needing you when this is over.” I walk out of the room in search of Gianna.

The first door I kick open is empty. I walk hastily further down, stopping as I hear whimpers coming from the last room.

“Mateo!” I grunt, as I kick it open.

“You’re finally here.”

Gianna’s eyes quiver as she stares at me. Her shirt is ripped open and Mateo has a knife up her throat.

Fuck .

His eyes are full of anger.

“Let her go.” I take a step closer to them, pointing the gun in his direction. He has a part of his head hiding behind Gianna’s.

Gianna gasps as he presses the knife into her skin.

“Don’t you fucking move.”

“Let her go!”

“I’m not fucking doing that. I’m not letting you have her.”

I’m looking for an opportunity to catch him off guard and take a shot at him, but he has Gianna too close.

“Why do you have to have everything? The city, the woman I want,” he adds. He has his lips close to the shell of her ear and takes a bit of her ear in his mouth.

Gianna grunts, trying to pull away but he stops her.

“Let her go, Mateo; it’s me you want.”

“You?” he laughs. “What the fuck do I want with you? If those fuckheads were competent enough, you would have been fucking dead right now, but no one seems to know how to do any goddamn thing right around here,” he yells.

I groan, feeling more pain in my arm.

“See Luca, if I can’t have her, none of us can.”

“Don’t you fucking?” I groan again, holding my arm.

“Luca!” Gianna yells.

Mateo laughs as he stares at me. “Oh, someone’s hurt.”

“I will kill you, Mateo.”

“Let’s see about that,” he grunts.

Gianna locks eyes with me as her chest heaves.

Mateo is pulling her back slowly. “If you do not want to see Gianna dead, step out of this room.”

I ignore his words and keep my gun pointed at him.

“Fucking step out now or I slit her throat.”

Gianna groans out loud when he presses the knife further into her neck.

I shoot at them, missing my shot and the bullet hitting the wall beside them. It frightens Mateo enough to release his grip on Gianna. She swiftly elbows him hard enough in the stomach to free herself completely.

That’s my girl.

“Fuck. You bitch?”

I quickly close the gap between us and punch him in the mouth before he gets to complete his sentence. The knife in his hand falls to the ground. I punch him in the face again. He now falls to the ground, too.

“I’ll make you pay for hurting Gianna and taking my child.” I pin him to the ground, landing my fists in his face repeatedly. His face starts to bleed.

“Fuck!” I groan as he hits my wounded arm.

Mateo presses his fingers into my wound, stopping me from hitting him. Then, he punches me in the face and I fall off him, groaning in pain.

“Luca!”

Mateo picks up the knife and tries to bring the knife down on me. I stop him, gripping his arm as he struggles to push the knife in my eye.

“Let go of him!” Gianna yells, hitting him in the head with a pipe.

He groans and yells while I grab the knife away from him and shove it in his arm. I push him to the ground.

“You’re hurt, Luca,” she whimpers. Her eyes are teary.

“I’m not done with him yet.” I pull myself up as I punch him in the face again.

He groans, spitting out blood.

I take the knife and shove it into his chest. “For my father.” I take out the knife and stab him again. “For Madre !”

He gurgles, coughing out more blood as I press the knife further into his chest.

“For Gianna!”

His eyes bulge out of their sockets as I drive the knife further. His shirt is soaked with his blood.

“For my daughter!”

He gasps as I stab him one last time. His eyes stop moving and his breath ceases.

“Rot in hell!”

I fall to the ground, breathing heavily.

Gianna closes the gap between us and holds my face. She lowers her lips to mine and kisses me gently. I taste the saltiness of her tears.

“Thank you, Luca,” she whispers.

“I told you, you’ll always be mine, Gianna.”

I’m struggling to keep my eyes open any longer. My eyelids flutter as the image of Gianna slowly becomes blurry. I can’t hear her clearly anymore but I can tell she’s crying.

Gianna leaves me for a minute and walks to the door. She then quickly returns to my side.

Giovanni walks into the room with two men. He pauses with Gianna first before running to me.

“Stay with me, Luca.” I hear Giovanni’s words clearly as he tries to carry me up. The other men are assisting him.

“Wh... where is Sophie? Where is my daughter?” I manage to ask.

“She is with Gianna.”

“Good.” A weak smile spreads on my lips as they carry me up to my feet and I see Gianna hugging our child in her arms.

She walks closer to me and Sophie touches my face. My heart melts.

I’m never letting go this time.

***

“Easy there,” Bianca says, hearing me groan as I try to pour myself a drink.

My arm still has a bandage on it.

“He wouldn’t let anyone help him,” Gianna replies.

“I can pour a fucking drink for myself.”

“Luca!” Gianna and Bianca exclaim.

I’m not used to having a child around and having to stop myself from cursing. “My bad.”

Sophie’s attention is fixed on her toys as she plays with them in the living room.

Gianna gives me a look.

“She can barely hear me,” I say defensively before I gulp down my drink.

Gianna hasn’t accepted my request to live with me yet. It’s been three days since the incident and I know it’s a lot for her. I don’t want to rush her into anything yet. I’m not fucking up my chance to be with her again, along with my child.

Bianca punches me lightly.

“Fine, I’ll watch my language around her.”

My phone rings as I try to pour myself another drink. It’s Vito. A knock lands on the front door almost immediately.

“Who could that be?” Bianca says, as she walks toward the door.

“Yes, Vito,” I blurt, answering the call while my gaze is fixed on the door.

“It’s done.”

“Good.”

Bianca opens the door and it’s Pietro standing there. The wounds on his face still have bandages over them.

I had Vito take care of the rest of the Carusos, all except Pietro. None of the rest deserve to live.

Pietro walks into my house just as Vito calls to tell me they are dead.

“Luca,” he says, as he walks in. He has a smirk on his face with his suit perfectly fitted on his body.

“Pietro.” I set the glass on the counter.

“Is it too early to want to discuss business together?”

I walk closer to meet him. “It’s never too early to talk business,” I reply, taking his hand.

“Great, cause we have a few things to discuss, business partner.”