She Belongs to the Mafia King (Normani Parker) novel Chapter 21

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

SIN'S POV

I leaned back on my sofa chair, my head tilted toward the ceiling, and my eyes were closed when the door opened. I knew who it was without opening my eyes. Only one person would dare come into my room without permission.

I opened my eyes and caught sight of Luca strolling in. He closed the door behind him, leaned against it, and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Seriously?" he asked as he stared at me, his face expressionless.

"Am I supposed to know what that means?" I fired back without answering his question. I knew what he was talking about, but I had no desire to discuss that matter. It was none of his business who I decided to keep or not.

I stood up and walked over to the small bar. "You know, there were better ways of taking out Fabian. Not in front of Mani and Zoey."

After I poured some whiskey into two glasses, Luca took one from my hand and sipped slowly.

We both stared at each other; the air was tense around us. When his glass was empty, he placed it on the bar and turned back toward me.

"What are you up to, Sin?" he asked, giving me a strange look.

I shrugged.  "Why do you think I'm up to something?"

Luca scoffed and shook his head. "Because you never do anything without a plan. First, you take her against her will, which is something you've never done. I thought for a second, maybe she was the one. " He paused for a second and then asked slowly, "But last night when I saw her, she was barely herself and seemed lost in thought. Most of all, she was wearing your shirt, which meant something had happened between you two."

I glared at him. If it were someone else questioning my decision, they would be on the ground writhing in pain. But Luca was my second in command.

We were born two weeks apart. His father was my father's second in command. When I took over, it was never in question that he would be my second. He was my brother, yet it still didn't help that I was angry at the fact that he had seen her in nothing but my shirt.

"You have no right to be concerned about Mani and me. Whatever happened last night has nothing to do with you." I said through gritted teeth. He gets on my nerves sometimes.

"If you truly like her, then I suggest you start treating her right, or she might end up hating you more."

"Didn't I just say to mind your fucking business?" I responded harshly.

Luca sighed and stepped away from the bar. "I'm just saying you shouldn't do anything you would regret later on."

"I make no promises." I say with a smirk, taking a sip of my drink.

Luca shakes his head, puffing out a breath before muttering something under his breath. I guess it was a cuss word, which made me smirk even more.

"When does your flight leave?" I asked, turning to gaze at him.

"Tomorrow morning." He replies, twirling the glass of drink in his hand. "I will try to get everything sorted out while you take care of the party before coming over."

I nod.  "And the crew."

" They are already in Paris." He answers.  "I better go get ready." I turned toward the large windows, dismissing him. I heard his feet shuffling and then the door pulsing open.

"You still haven't answered if she is the one," Luca calls out.

I looked down at the glass in my hand as I moved it around my fingers.

"She is," I answered, bringing the glass to my lips.

A smile made its way to my lips as I thought about last night. I was intrigued. My body was coursing with excitement.

I was ready and wanted to uncover her, layer by layer, until I knew everything. Every last detail And when I was done, her very thoughts and feelings would be consumed by me.

I let out a small laugh. Shaking my head, I thought about the seemingly innocent girl I saw on the dance floor two months ago. The moment I saw her, I knew I had to have her, even if it meant going against my will.

Why?

Simple.  She intrigued me.

A few minutes later, I was still standing in front of the large windows that overlooked the majestic back garden. My phone rang in my pocket, and I quickly took it out, answering the call without looking.

"What?"  I barked.

"Sin, we've got a problem at the warehouse," one of my men said. My hand tightened around the phone, and I groaned.

"A shipment has been delayed," he continued, his voice shaky with fear laced underneath it.

"Can't you do anything bloody right?" I yelled through the phone, "Find out what happened; I'm on my way." I said that and hung up without waiting for an answer.

I walked away from the window and out of the room, making my way to my car.

The nice, chilly breeze touched my hard body as I exited my car and made my way towards the old warehouse in the centre of the woods. I entered the home as the two guards who were stationed outside instantly nodded their heads in respect. As soon as I entered, the stench of rotting blood made me scrunch up my nose. Mateo approached me after spotting me.