Spoiled by the Mafia King Chapter 05

Spoiled by the Mafia King Chapter 05

“Shut up!”

Matteo kicked the trash can. It toppled over, spilling filth and shredded scraps of paper across Reynolds’s legs.

“Someone like you doesn’t get to talk about my sister.”

Luca held me tighter. I was dazed, and the fever blurred everything around me, but I still forced my eyes open.

“Luca, the letter.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll write you a thousand letters. I’ll write you ten thousand.” He wiped my tears away with his thumb.

Then he turned to the headmaster.

“Headmaster, you allowed this woman to hurt Valentina. You will answer for that.”

“Yes, Don! I’ll handle it!” The headmaster’s uniform was soaked through with sweat. “Someone call the police! Arrest this woman! Send her to prison!”

Two soldiers grabbed Reynolds by the arms and twisted them behind her back.

“Let go of me! My uncle is the police chief! He’ll destroy all of you!”

“The chief?” Dante took out his phone and started dialing. “Liam. Look into that police chief. I want his resignation in ten minutes.”

The call ended with a click.

Reynolds stopped struggling. Her entire body went limp.

“Take her away,” Luca ordered. “Don’t let her anywhere near my sister again.”

“Wait.”

Nico’s voice made them stop at once.

“Did you forget what I said?”

Reynolds lifted her head, blank with fear. “W-what?”

“The letter.”

Nico’s tone did not change, but the air seemed to drop several degrees.

“You don’t leave until that letter is put back together.”

He turned to the headmaster.

“Set up a place for her. Put someone on watch. She gets no food and no water until it’s done.”

“Yes, sir! Right away!”

The headmaster looked like he wanted to kill Reynolds with his own hands.

They dragged her to a bare concrete corner under the blazing sun.

She fell to her knees, trembling all over as she searched through coffee grounds and banana peels for the white scraps of paper.

“This is illegal! This is torture!” she screamed.

“Torture?” Matteo walked over and looked down at her.

“You made my sister stand in 104-degree heat for forty minutes. What would you call that?”

Luca carried me toward the SUV. I rested my head against his shoulder, and the sob caught in my chest finally eased.

“Luca, I want to go home.”

“Okay, sweetheart. I’m taking you home.”

As we passed Sophie, I forced my eyes open one last time.

“Sophie, thank you.”

She stood there crying silently, shaking her head.

“Valentina, go get treated. I’ll be okay,” Sophie whispered.

Luca stopped walking. He looked at her, really looked at her, and for the first time since he had arrived that morning, his expression softened.

“You’re Sophie Vance?”

“Y-yes, Don.”

“You did well.” A faint smile touched his face. “If anything happens at this academy, anything at all, you call us. Understood?”

He glanced at his consigliere. The man stepped forward and handed Sophie a black card stamped with a gold crest.

Sophie accepted it with both hands, stunned.

The SUV door closed, sealing us away from the heat and noise.

The air conditioning was turned up high. Luca laid me down across the wide leather seat, his movements gentle and steady.

Nico climbed in after us and opened a medical kit. He moved quickly, sliding an IV into the back of my hand. Cold saline began dripping into my veins.

“Mild dehydration. We need to get her to the Family hospital immediately.”

Nico’s jaw tightened. “Dante, drive. Keep it steady.”

“Got it,” Dante replied from the driver’s seat.

The SUV pulled away from the training field and merged onto the highway.

I rested my head on Luca’s lap and listened to the steady hum of the engine. Above me, Luca was on the phone.

“Run a full audit on the academy. I want the names of everyone taking kickbacks and everyone abusing students.”

“As for Reynolds, dig deep into her file. I want her to get the heaviest sentence possible.”

Their voices surrounded me, low, steady, and unwavering.

I slowly sank into darkness.