Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 38

Luca’s POV

Picking up my suit jacket and phone from the counter and the chair beside the one I was sitting on, a

moment ago, I draped the jacket against my shoulder as I made my way out of the empty kitchen. I

paused beside the entrance of the kitchen and switched off the light before heading straight for the

stairs. The pounding in my head was thankfully starting to decrease, which was why I didn’t feel a lot of

pain echoing in my head as I climbed my way up the stairs that would lead me to the second floor of

the house.

I paused outside the door of the bedroom and waited a few minutes. A quick glance at the screen of my

phone showed that the time was some minutes past twelve a.m in the morning. I pulled on the door

knob and pushed the door open before letting myself in and pushing the door shut behind me. The

main lights in here were turned off and only the low dim led lights were turned on, casting a shadowy

look upon the quiet room. I flicked the lights on and glanced towards the bed in the center of the room

to find Sofia staring wide eyed at me, from her position on her side of the bed with her body tucked into

the blankets, leaving her head and arm outside of it.

“You awake?” I asked softly while still staring at her and watched as she blinked once before letting her

tongue slide out to swipe over her lower lip slowly, leaving it glistening and shiny— before she nodded

her head a couple of times in reply to my question.

I glanced away from her and puffed out a deep breath, I could have gone through the whole night

perfectly without having to see that right now.

I didn’t think she was asleep when I came in, she was most definitely still awake. I know this because

the amount of times I’ve spent sharing this room with her, made me understand the fact that she was a

heavy sleeper and has never ever come awake each time I open the bedroom’s door in the midnight,

she was most definitely still awake before and had been busy doing something on her phone or just

staying up and thinking.

I made my way towards my side of the bed and paused once I got to that part: I sank unto the bed and

cradled my head in my hands with my elbows suppositing my head up by placing its arm strongly on

my thighs. My head was starting to pound again and I was seriously contemplating not taking a shower

tonight and just going to sleep this way.

If it wasn’t for the fact that a cold shower was most definitely going to help me with the pains in the sore

muscles around my body, and that it was going to make me feel fresher and stronger by giving it to me

full force.

I tugged my suit jacket that was hanging on my shoulder and dropped it on the floor, beside the bed. I

unbuttoned the rest of the buttons of my shirt before shoving it off and placing it on the piece of cloth

which I had already placed there. I was feeling tired as fuck and I slowly massaged my fingers against

my eyes.

I pushed myself to my feet tiredly and placed my phone on the bed side table before starting to

unbuckle my pants belt, once I was done, I started to shove the annoying piece of clothing down before

remembering that I wasn’t the only one making use of the room anymore and that it was now for Sofia

and I, Sofia who was still very much awake when I came into the bedroom, minutes ago.

I held onto one side of my belt and glanced behind me to find Sofia watching me, she dragged her eyes

away immediately, our eyes locked and stared hard at her good arm which was on top of the blanket.

With a small shake of my head, I removed my gun from the top of my pants and placed it on the side

table beside my phone, once I was done with that, I pushed my hair out of my face and bent down to

pick up my pieces of discarded clothes before making my way into the bathroom and closing the door

behind me.

Refusing to think about what Sofia might be wearing underneath her nightwear– which I didn’t really

see much of, I shoved my pants off in the privacy of the bathroom and headed straight into the

showers.

The cold water came out with full force, hitting my back in harsh sprays and digging into those muscles

on my shoulders and upper back immediately. I groaned quietly and allowed my head to drop sideways

in order to allow the water to do its job of smoothing out some of the pain away from my sore muscles

for tonight at least.

After a few minutes of me standing still in the showers as the water did its thing, I soaped up my body

and washed my hair with its soap as well. Once I was done, the water rinsed the soap off my body and

out of my hair, leaving me clean and my muscles feeling less sore than it was when I made my way into

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Toweling myself dry with a white fluffy towel, I squeezed the water out of my hair with a different,

smaller towel and left it on my head in order for it to keep on sucking out the water still clinging to the

different strands of my hair.

I glanced sideways, looking directly into the mirror in the bathroom.

I looked dead.

With a small sigh leaving my partned lips, I reached up to the towel on my head and used it to massage

the roots of my head thoroughly. Sleeping with wet hair wasn’t cool because you’d wake up with your

pillows wet or cold and that shit wasn’t my thing one bit.

I walked towards the wash hard closet and stared at myself in the mirror once again, grazing my fingers

against my beards which were starting to have some unwanted hair on the edges, I promised myself to

trim and reshape it later in the day — since it was already a new day.

I placed the towel I was using to mop my hair on the counter and dragged a part of the towel which was

wrapped around my waist– and started using it to mop the wet spots around my chests and stomachs,

when a small knock resounded on the door.

I almost missed it, but it resounded again, a few seconds space apart. I stared at it pointedly before

calling out in a blank, calm voice.

“Come in.” The door got pulled open after a small second later and Sofia hesitantly poked her head in

at first before letting herself in and staying glued against the side of the opened bathroom door which

she still left open– on purpose, I was sure.

She was in a gown the stopped on around the part above her knees, the gown didn’t seem like

something she’d enjoy sleeping in– I had always imagined her as the kind to sleep in night gowns that

were boring and filled with cotton materials and flowers designs all over it – not this material that looked

so soft and smooth. It was also a little bit transparent but I refused to stare hard at it and dragged my

eyes away from the length of her gown.

Her hair cascaded downwards around her face and shoulders and I wondered if she wasn’t

uncomfortable sleeping with her hair scratching against all parts of her back, face and neck. Her right

hand was in a black sling, but it wasn’t the sling of those with broken arms, it was a smaller kind

because it was only there to support the muscles of the arm and make the dislocated bone move back

into its right place as soon as possible. I remember breaking my arm when I was ten years old, when

trying to save my younger brother from falling off a bike. Father had been pissed as hell, because I had

sustained an injury when I was supposed to be acting like a reasonable young man and a role model to

my younger brother, and even more pissed because I had refused to tell him how I got the injury.

It had hurt like a bitch and I had to wear the uncomfortable sling for a month and learn to do a lot of

things with my left hand, since I had acquired the injury in my right arm.

I watched her drag in a deep breath, knowing that it took her a lot to manage to come in here while I

was still in it.

“Um, I am sorry for coming in here while you’re still in it, but I- I really need to make use of the

restroom, I’m so sorry…” She started to say, looking everywhere but at me and I noticed just how

deeply her cheeks was burning up.

“It’s alright.” I said softly before gesturing towards the closed door of the toilet behind me, “It’s all

yours.”

She glanced towards me without meeting her eyes– because she just wouldn’t raise her head upwards,

and nodded her head gratefully before slowly making her way past me. I didn’t miss the way her eye

dropped to my chest and stomach before it got dragged away as more color infused her heated

cheeks, making me connect the dots as to why she was almost turning into a tomato.

The towel around my waist wasn’t tied up, it hung loosely on my hips and one part was high on my

stomach with the aid of my hand, giving anyone interested in looking, a really dirty flash, and in this

case, Sofia has been given an eye full… because my dick was imprinted against the towel as well.

I made my way out of the bathroom almost immediately. She made her way past me, into the restroom

and closed the bathroom door which she had left open, giving her much needed privacy before making

my way into the walk-in closet and shrugging on a loose pair of dark brown pants. I combed my hair

with my fingers to avoid it from completely drying up and getting all tangled together before making my

way out of the walk-in closet once again.

I sank into my side of the bed and picked up my phone, knowing I had to start making plans because I

wasn’t going to be staying in and resting like I had thought while I was still at the office, but was going

to be saving my cousin from a stupid dude and dealing with the fucker for even daring to attempt

something like that on my cousin.

Aria was from my father’s side of the family and my father’s younger brother had been the one to birth

her, when I was already a teenager. Aria looked up to me, had always looked up to me ever since she

was a toddler. She’d walk up to me the moment her parents let her feet touch the ground and raise her

arms to me in a gesture that always pulled on my heartstrings everytime. I’d lift her into my arms

immediately and she’d stay there, and not make a fuse until whenever it was time for her to go home–

and then she would start crying, not wanting to leave my embrace.

It continued to happen until she got into school, then she’d follow me everywhere and stare intently at

the screen whenever I played video games, despite the fact that she didn’t understand a thing that was

going on in it.

She had been very fond of me and had been my most fav cousin despite the fact that we weren’t in the

same age grade… but then her father and mine got into a fight one time, in our house.

I held her to my chest as she sobbed in fear on listening to both men scream and argue with

themselves, the noises managing to pass through the tiny space in my bedroom. After some time, the

shouting stopped and her father came towards my room and knocked once. I opened the door and he

had pulled Aria out of the room and out of the house, with her crying and refusing to leave, until her

father had swung her unwilling body into his arms.

And that was the last I saw of her. Father said they were no longer family and had dissuaded me from

daring to go to them first.