Dangerous Heart . The Mafia Boss's Love .

Chapter 32

Luca

After my FaceTime with Sienna, I attempted to close my eyes and get some rest before landing. The week had been long and strenuous. I had finally managed to resolve the Conti mess, but not without first having to threaten Giuseppe.

He was trying to throw his weight around, still thinking he could threaten and boss people around, he also held something over my father—what exactly, I still didn't know. My father was adamant that it was nothing, dismissing Giuseppe's behavior as a mere tantrum, but I could sense there was more to it. If he chose not to confide in me, so be it; I had other ways of ensuring people backed off.

This time, my methods worked. Giuseppe wasn't pleased, but that was his problem. I had already instructed Anthony Conti to withhold any significant information about the mafia familia from him. Neither Giuseppe nor Lucia could be trusted.

My father barely spoke to me afterward. He warned that this would come back to bite me. We ended up in a heated argument, with him still insisting that I give Lucia a chance.

Frankie and Carlos had to intervene when I lunged at him after he accused me of being selfish, of putting my own interests above the bigger picture.

Selfish? After everything I've done for this family? I've achieved more in these past five years than he ever did in his thirty-year reign as Don. Even the godfather of the Sicilian mafia had praised me before his passing. He left his empire to his grandson, and while we stood on equal footing in terms of power within the mafia, I surpassed him in the business world. I was far more astute, knowing how to launder money without drawing attention, which was why even he would occasionally seek my advice.

Yet, my father never acknowledged any of it. He kept insisting that aligning with Giuseppe and Lucia would be more beneficial, as if everything I had accomplished meant nothing. I had sacrificed my life for this. I shouldn't have become the head of the mafia at the age of twenty-two, but I did. I didn't even have the chance to properly grieve for my best friend. In the process, I managed to break his sister's heart, though I thank God she's back in my life now. Even so, I can't bring myself to tell her everything—at least, not yet. My priority is to keep her safe and unaware of the chaos surrounding us.

In the end, I walked away, warning him that if he continued to push this matter, I would disown him as my father. I would strip him of everything, leaving him powerless. I was in charge now, not him.

Was this what I wanted? Of course not. I love my pàpà. But lately, he's been losing his grip. I used to admire his no-nonsense attitude, but recently he's been on edge, and it's clearly tied to Giuseppe. Still, if he refuses to tell me, I won't force him—unless it becomes a significant threat.

Little did I know, that threat would soon come back to haunt me and everyone around me.

The more I tried to sleep, the more elusive it became. Images of Sienna in that alluring lingerie kept flashing through my mind. Her little teasing display had left me in a state of utter frustration—she was becoming bolder. The way she lay back, gently rubbing her stomach, had ignited a fire within me. And the thought of her wearing that while meeting her mother and her new fiancé stirred a possessive feeling deep in my gut.

She was a temptress without even trying. Even when I spoke to her on the phone last night, her teasing words, calling me "daddy," made me want to hop on my plane immediately and drag her out of that cheap little bar she was at.

By now, I was painfully, utterly frustrated. Snapping my eyes open, I shot up from my seat and stomped toward the bathroom, grumbling under my breath, "You're going to pay when I get home, Sienna," ignoring the confused looks from Carlos and Frankie.