Dangerous Heart . The Mafia Boss's Love .

Chapter 28

Luca

"What is the meaning of this, Luca?" my father roared as he stormed into my office. Stella trailed behind him, looking at me guiltily. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't look at her, like she could stop me," he spat, his glare morphing into an angry scowl.

I waved my hand, signaling her to leave us. She mouthed, "I'm sorry," as she closed the door behind her, leaving just my father and me in the large office. I had come here directly after dropping Sienna off.

Since I knew my father was still lurking at my penthouse, I opted to come here instead. 'Okay, maybe I was avoiding him.' I didn't want to hear more about Lucia and Giuseppe. He had been blowing up my phone all last night and this morning, demanding to know why I hadn't checked on Giuseppe.

I couldn't exactly tell him I was busy punishing Sienna all night, so I lied and said I was swamped with work. "You mean busy going behind my back and setting up a meeting with Anthony Conti."

"I already told you I was going to set up a meeting. Why are you acting so surprised?" I shot back.

"Because I told you to wait until Giuseppe was out of the hospital! What do you think it will do to him when he finds out I've betrayed him by letting Anthony Conti take over his family?" he snarled. As he continued his rant, I walked over to the bar and poured us both a whiskey, tuning out his ramblings about loyalty and friendship, blah, blah, blah.

"Are you done?" I asked, handing him a glass of amber liquid. Then take a seat behind my large oak desk, as he sits down in front of it. His face still held a glower as he paused his tirade. It was all nonsense anyway. Giuseppe was hardly the epitome of loyalty; the only reason he hadn't betrayed my father was because our family was far more powerful than his, and he knew it, he was afraid. He played on his dodgy heart and years of friendship to make my father feel sorry for him. It made me think my old man must be going soft in his old age. Luckily, I was in charge now and had a card up my sleeve to show him that Giuseppe was not as loyal as he believed. 

He took the glass from me, gulping down the whiskey. "What do I tell him?" he asked, his voice laced with a growl. "This is going to kill him."

"I couldn't give a flying fuck, Papà," I retorted, my face impassive. "It's got nothing to do with me. Anthony will be a better leader anyway. Giuseppe is an old fart who has no clue how to run a Mafia."

"I've already told you, whether you approve or not, it doesn't matter. I will not be swayed. I've arranged a meeting next week with Anthony and his father. Now, you can either join me or sulk at home like the big baby you're being right now," I smirked at him.

He gulps down the remainder of his whiskey slams the glass my table, making me raise an eyebrow in disapproval. I had spent a considerable amount of money on this table.

He smirks, giving me a look that says, "I'm still your father, so don't you give me that look." It was a look he would use to discipline me when I was younger, but it no longer had the same effect. He gets up and declares, "I'm leaving soon, let me know when the meeting is and I'll be there." I nod and bid him goodbye. With a final unhappy glance in my direction, he walks out the door defeat.

Stella walks in with my itinerary, apologising once again for letting my father barge in earlier. I tell her it's fine.

I made my way to the meeting with Trevor my COO, and the hospital director to discuss the start of construction on the children's hospital. Securing funding for materials and supplies was crucial for the project to move forward smoothly.

Investing in projects like this was always a smart move, not only for the community but also as a way to launder my money. After all, who would question a hospital about their funding sources? The feds would never suspect a thing.