The Mafia Dons Pet (Masha and Luciano) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27: A Gift.

*Luciano*

Eight of my men. Gone.

“Fuck!” I slammed my fist against the desk repeatedly, shaking the glass of whiskey I hadn’t touched, picturing Dominic’s face

as I did so.

Damn him. He thinks he can fuck with me? I’ll show him who

the bloody King of the city is.

But the anger was still raw. I couldn’t imagine how I’d let that little piece of shit outsmart me. How he’d managed to take out

my men.

“We lost eight men!” I turned sharply, slamming my fist against the wall. I just needed to hit something… someone. Dominic fucking Hill.

“We know Victor meant a lot to you,” Antonio said carefully, his voice low. “We all feel it, boss. But what’s the next move?”

I swallowed the anger, channeling it. “We find Dominic,” I growled, pacing. “We find that coward, and when we do, he’ll wish he stayed hidden.”

Antonio hesitated. “How? The Sicilians won’t talk. You know

that.”

I stopped pacing and pulled out my phone. “There’s someone we can talk to,” I muttered, already dialing.

The line clicked once before a familiar voice answered.

“Luciano,” Wassily’s accent rolled heavily through the receiver. “I expected your call.”

“Have you got Dominic’s trail?” I said, not bothering with pleasantries. I had no time for that, and I was certain Wassily didn’t either.

A pause. Then, “You’ll have his address soon.”

I tilted my head slightly in surprise, but I masked it, steeling my voice. “You already knew?”

“Information is money, Luciano,” he said with that maddening smirk I could practically hear.

I wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Money was simple, I could easily cough it out and toss it at him. “How much?”

“Now, Luciano.” He chuckled, slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s a gift. Free. We’re friends after all.”

Free. The word sounded like a trap, and I knew that was exactly what it was.

Nothing in our world came without strings. One day, he’d come knocking, and when he did, I’d have no choice but to answer.

That’s how this worked.

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“What are friends for?” I said finally, the words heavier than I liked. “I owe you.”

“Of course you do.” His chuckle grated on me, but then his tone shifted, catching me off guard. “I heard about Masha’s

wedding. An invitation even found its way to me. I’d be honored to attend.”

The mention of her name hit like a punch to the gut. The thought of her always had me spiraling with images I had no business replaying. There was nothing between us.

I gripped the phone tighter, steadying my voice. “It would mean a lot if you came,” I said, trying to keep things formal, even though my chest felt like it was burning.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Wassily replied before the call ended with a click.

The text from Wassily arrived seconds later. I stared at the address for a moment, trying to come up with a plan.

The bastard was hiding in Toronto. It would take almost five hours to reach that bastard and wring his neck with my bare hands.

Still, it was the first step to revenge. But when I looked up at Antonio, he was staring at me with a strange expression.

“You don’t look happy,” he stated.

I stared at the address once more, then slid my phone into my

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pocket.

“For me, happiness is when I have Dominic’s corpse at my feet, when I see his blood pooled on the floor.” I turned, picked up the glass of whiskey and took a sip.

“That, is when I would be happy.”

Antonio eyed me slightly, then folded his arms and calmly said. “You know, it’s not too late to cancel.”

My eyes narrowed to slits. “What did you just say? You want me to back out, Antonio? You think I’m weak?”

He shook his head vigorously, raising his hands in defense. “I’m not talking about the Sicilians.” His eyes met mine, that annoying look he gave me when he was about to get personal. “I’m talking about the wedding.”

Heat rushed to my face, anger boiling under my skin. “Why the hell should I cancel?!” My voice thundered through the room, but Antonio didn’t even flinch.

“Because you’re lying to yourself.” He leaned back, looking at me as if he knew everything. “This isn’t a business deal. It’s your life. And you’re about to make a mistake you’ll regret for the rest of your life.”

I stared at him, chest rising and falling with fury, but he didn’t wait for a response. Antonio simply turned and walked to the door, leaving me alone to consider his words.

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Deep down, I knew what he said was true, but I couldn’t dwell on it for a second. Or else, I might end up doing something very stupid.

I slumped into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me, and pulled my phone from my pocket, staring at Dominic’s address like it could somehow wash away the conversation with

Antonio.

I wanted to focus on the mission–on revenge, blood, and the promise of settling the score–but Antonio’s words refused to leave. It replayed in my head, mocking me, taunting me.

I gritted my teeth, forcing my attention back to the phone.

I needed to figure out a way to get to Dominic without raising any alarm. It was going to be difficult since he was all the way

in Toronto.

It didn’t matter. If he thought distance could save him, he didn’t know me. I’d bring this war to his fucking doorstep if I had to.

But… after the wedding.

The thought of the ‘happy‘ occasion clawed at me again. It hit me hard, just like it did yesterday, the day before and every cursed day since I sealed the arrangement.

Yes, I was responsible for the entire affair. That didn’t mean I had to like it.

I couldn’t help but picture Masha, standing in white, becoming

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Glade’s wife. The image made my stomach twist, but it had to

be done.

I gripped the edge of my desk, in desperate need of something

to hold on to.

This was for her safety. For my sanity. Glade would protect her in ways I couldn’t, not with the Sicilians making such daring

moves.

The wedding would take place. There was no turning back now.

“Get it together,” I muttered under my breath. “You don’t care about her. Forget her.”

*Masha*

My mother’s hands moved carefully over the satin, smoothing out wrinkles that only she could see. The dress was beautiful, shimmering under the soft glow of the chandelier in the dressing room.

Still, I couldn’t shake the dull ache in my chest. I’d learned to

live with it.

I forced myself to stand still, though every nerve in my body screamed to run.

I stole a glance at the mirror. The girl staring back at me looked like me, had my facial features, but she felt like a total stranger.

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