Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 39

Luca’s POV

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.

I had listened to him, despite the way a part of me suspected that my father might have been the one at

fault and the cause of the fight between the two of them.

Aria had reached out to me first, she had texted me when I least expected it, a few days after my father

got killed and I was still finding it hard to grasp everything that has happened. We had agreed to meet

up here at home and I almost didn’t recognize her when she walked through the doors.

She was already a grown woman– something my mind and head found extremely hard to adapt to

because I have only been imagining four years old Aria in my head throughout the years, only to be

met with a very matured looking replica of the little girl I had grown to adore, years ago.

We had talked a little that particular evening, the air had been tense as hell and I was little to no help

towards lightening the mood because I was still mourning at that very moment.

We texted on and off after then, we met up a few more times and developed our relationship a lot

more, but it never got to that stage where it was when she was still a little kid. We never exchanged

hugs either, but I had brushed my fingers against her hair and stroked it a little, the last time we had

met up– which was close to a year, and watched as a huge smile and filled her face at that gesture

which might have looked like a little thing to someone else, but was a huge thing between Aria and I.

And that was it. We texted on and off and she always came to me whenever she needed my help, and I

always turned up for her immediately because she was family and because I still felt like I should have

tried harder towards going to see her when my father had ordered me from doing that.

I scrolled through my phone and sent a quick text to the head of one of my security team. I was going

to be needing him and his team to look into the dude and his mafia for me.

The quiet sound of the bathroom door being pushed open made me lift my head away from the phone I

was staring at to stare at it as Sofia made her way out of it and pushed the door closed behind her. She

didn’t look in my direction one bit as she made her way past my side of the bed, towards her side and I

glanced back down at my phone when my eyes started to stare at her legs a little bit longer than

necessary.

But then now I couldn’t remember what it was that I wanted to tell one of my security leads because the

thoughts that were dancing and floating around in my head were those of Sofia’s slender legs wrapped

around my head as I lay between her thighs, swiping my tongue ever so lightly against the edges of her

dripping core.

I shook my head a little to clear it and immediately sent the text over to the security lead, with all the

necessary details before turning off my data, and turning off my alarm as well. Once I was done, I

placed my phone on the side table and stood up to my feet on feeling how dried up and parched up my

throat was. I walked towards the water dispenser here in the bedroom and filled a cut with cold water

which I poured into my throat immediately.

Walking back towards the bed and noticing how Sofia was backing my side of the bed, with her slinged

up arm placed on her side. I dropped into my side of the bed and stayed on the blankets as I tried to

lure sleep upon me. After a few minutes of just staring at the bright lights, I facepalmed myself mentally

as I made my way out of the bed and towards the lights which were situated on the wall, beside the

bedroom door. I switched off the white lights instantly, leaving the dim led ones turned on, like the way

it was when I had made my way into the room, like an hour ago.

I fell into the bed and dragged in a deep breath before letting it slide out slowly. My head was still

pounding, but it wasn’t as bad as it was when I hadn’t use of any of the drugs.

The sleep I had been longing for ever since I had been at the auction and at the office since the start of

the day was refusing to come towards me now that I was laying in bed and willing it to come to take me

in. I turned around on my side and backed Sofia with my eyes closed as I tried to will on sleep.

It was currently some minutes after one a.m and my mind started to slowly wonder why I was always

sleeping this late, for a while now. I was going to have to cut this habit off as soon as possible before it

starts to seriously affect my health. I work hard almost every day of the week and deserve to give my

body a good night rest at least, since I neglect it enough already by not eating up to three square meal

a day due to I always get little to no time for meal breaks while working, and how I over work it without This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

barely enough rest… I think it deserves to get enough night sleep at least, that was why my muscles

were hurting really bad and cramping a lot more, day after day.

I turned around and lay on my stomach with my head pillowed on my arms which were folded on the

pillow, I looked towards the other side of the bed where sofia was sleeping in and watched as her chest

moved ever so lightly against the blankets. I couldn’t see her face properly because she had it turned

towards the other side of the room. This was the quickest she had fallen asleep since the day we got

married – to today, made it the fifth day we were sleeping in bed together, and she fell asleep on a

couple of those days before I return from work.

Perhaps she had finally worked it out in her mind that I wasn’t going to be doing shit to her and had

finally calmed down around me, or she was just too tired to stay awake before finally giving in to sleep.

I turned towards my face the other side of the room once again and let out a small yawn.

I didn’t exactly know when I got pulled into a deep sleep, all I remember faintly was that I yawned and

yawned again and buried my head into my arms even more before everything darkened up completely.

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I moved around in my sleep, knowing I was awake but refusing to open my eyes yet. Stretching my

legs out and tensing my arms up only to release them and tighten them up a few more times before

allowing my eyes to fall open. The white lights were turned off like the way I had left it last night before

returning back to bed, but light penetrated into the room from a small space in between the curtains,

compared with the dim led lights hanging on the edges of the room in the room, making the room as

bright as it could go with this little amount of light.

I slowly sat up and groaned when my back muscles protested loudly, cracking and falling back into

places, the ones on top of my shoulders following suit almost immediately. I closed my eyes and

winced before stretching my hands out and lifting it up fast– which resulted in some of the bones in my

left shoulder from pulling out and popping back in instantly. I repeated the motion for my right arm

before running my fingers through my hair which I didn’t need to look into a mirror to tell that it was

hanging on all corners of my face and looking wide as ever.

I threw a glance towards the side of the bed and noticed that it was empty, making me squint my eyes

at it and wonder what it was that my brain just wasn’t starting to connect together yet.

I reached towards the side of the bed and searched blindly on the table until my hands finally touched

my phone which I picked up and retracted my hand immediately. A low, jarring sound echoed from the

side of the bed and I quickly turned towards the sound has resonated, and saw my gun on the floor–

my hand must have blindly pushed it off the table when I had fetched my phone from that same table,

moments ago.

Stretching downwards and picking it up to place it in its right position sounds like really hard work for

my sore muscles so I dragged my eyes away from it, leaving it there and returning to scrubbing my

hands over my face.

I tapped on the screen of my phone and it light up immediately and I got taken aback the moment my

eyes focused on what the time says.

It was currently some minutes towards ten p.m, of course Sofia would have gotten out of bed long

before now.

Come to think of it… when have I ever slept to this extent? It had been a really long time seeing as I

almost never give myself any rest, which was really bad of me.

I unlocked the phone and went straight into my messages once my brain started to slowly boot up. I'd

want nothing more than to be served coffee right now, here in bed, but I really hated taking anything

into my stomach without cleaning my teeth and if possible, taking my bath as well.

I clicked on the only message which I was concerned about, which was that of one of my security team

leads whom I had assigned a job to, last night before I had finally fallen asleep.

There were already a bunch of replies waiting for me, the important details which I had requested for

were all there.

So, the unfortunate dude was from the Vante mafia… I have heard a little thing about them, they were

pretty popular here in Venice, but not to the point of being popular enough to the point of being known

and respected all over the company, Italy.

His name was Ivan and he was the future heir of his father’s mafia, he wasn’t even the mafia leader yet

and he was already acting this stupid.

I am going to have to pay him a visit today.

I didn’t want to tell James about it because I was already feeling guilty enough for taking a day off,

while James got to shoulder both our piles of work together and figure out how he was going to deal

with all the scheduled appointments for today. I didn’t want to make him want to leave the office to

come along with me, leaving the office by itself.

It wasn’t like my secretaries couldn’t handle the office for a day and reschedule all my appointments,

they could do that perfectly.

I just didn’t like the idea of leaving those at the office alone without either James and I being present

there.

The dude’s name was Ivan.

Ivan Vante. It feels like there was a feud going on between their mafia and mine, I wasn’t so sure.

Being in bad times with a lot of mafia would make you forget some of the ones you’re in fued with, if the

reason for the fued wasn’t as large or as serious as the rest of the mafia’s reasons.