Tipsy Waitress Poked the Mafia Boss’s Chest—Then He Slung Her Over His Shoulder and Took Her
Chapter 5
Mia couldn’t sleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the words.
Give us the girl.
At three in the morning, she found Luca alone in the study.
“You should be sleeping.”
“So should you.”
“I don’t sleep much.”
“That’s unhealthy.”
“So is confronting armed men while drunk.”
She crossed her arms.
“I wasn’t that drunk.”
Luca looked at her.
“You poked a mafia boss three times.”
Mia’s cheeks warmed.
“About that…”
“I enjoyed it.”
She blinked.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Luca returned to his papers.
Mia stared.
“You’re strange.”
“So I’ve been told.”
She approached the desk.
“Why are you protecting me?”
He stopped reading.
“Because I can.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“No.”
He looked directly at her.
“It isn’t.”
Mia waited.
Finally he said, “Years ago, someone I cared about was killed because I wasn’t fast enough to protect her.”
His voice was controlled, but something wounded lived beneath it.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t make that mistake again.”
Mia softened.
“Who was she?”
“My sister.”
The answer landed heavily.
Before Mia could respond, Luca’s phone rang.
He answered.
His expression hardened.
“Where?”
He stood.
Mia followed.
“What happened?”
“My men found Victor Kane.”
“Alive?”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s go.”
“No.”
“I need answers.”
“You need safety.”
“I need the truth.”
Luca looked at her for several seconds.
Then he nodded.
“Stay beside me.”
They found Kane in an abandoned warehouse.
He was terrified.
He looked at Mia.
“You shouldn’t have survived.”
Luca stepped forward.
“Who ordered the hit?”
Kane shook his head.
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“They’ll kill my family.”
“Who?”
Kane stared at Mia.
Then whispered:
“Your father.”
Mia froze.
“My father died when I was six.”
Kane’s face went pale.
“No.”
He pointed toward Luca.
“Your father didn’t die.”
