Tipsy Waitress Poked the Mafia Boss’s Chest—Then He Slung Her Over His Shoulder and Took Her
Chapter 13
The fight was brutal.
Marcus fired.
Luca knocked the weapon away.
They crashed into the wall.
Mia screamed for them to stop.
Marcus was older, but desperation made him dangerous.
He grabbed Luca’s injured shoulder.
Luca winced.
Marcus reached for another weapon.
Mia kicked it away.
Luca struck Marcus down.
He could have killed him.
Mia saw it in his eyes.
The old Luca was there.
The man built from anger.
The man who had spent years believing fear was the only language criminals understood.
Marcus laughed from the floor.
“Do it.”
Luca raised his fist.
Mia stepped between them.
“No.”
Luca stared at her.
“He killed your father.”
“I know.”
“He tried to kill you.”
“I know.”
“He tried to kill my sister.”
“I know.”
“Then move.”
Mia shook her head.
“If you kill him, he wins.”
Luca’s breathing slowed.
“He wants you to become him.”
Silence.
Then Luca lowered his hand.
Detective Reed entered with officers.
Marcus was arrested.
As they led him away, he looked at Mia.
“You’ll regret saving him.”
Mia answered calmly.
“No.”
She looked at Luca.
“I already know what happens when people choose revenge.”
Marcus disappeared through the door.
The war was over.
But Luca still had one final decision.
His entire criminal organization had been exposed.
He could run.
He could fight.
Or he could surrender everything.
He chose the third option.
He handed Detective Reed the keys to every illegal operation.
Then signed the documents that dissolved them.
Months later, Luca Moretti no longer ran Blackwood’s underworld.
He ran legitimate businesses.
Restaurants.
Construction companies.
Security firms.
And a foundation in his father’s name.
Mia helped build it.
The first program provided housing and legal assistance to women escaping abusive relationships.
Luca never asked why she chose that work.
He already knew.
She wanted other women to survive what she had survived.
One evening, Mia stood outside the foundation’s new building.
Luca approached.
“You’re late.”
“I own half the building.”
“Still late.”
He smiled.
She poked his chest.
He looked down.
“Careful.”
Mia grinned.
“Why?”
“Because I remember what happened last time.”
She laughed.
“Do you?”
Luca leaned closer.
“I remember everything.”
