Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 40

Luca’s POV

With that, I rolled out of the bed and stretched for a little while before making my way towards the

bathroom. I placed my phone on the sink before the mirror and stared into it for a few seconds, the

unwanted hair that was starting to grow on my face reminding me that I had promised myself I was

going to trim my beard last night.

I picked up my tooth brush and cleaned my teeth thoroughly before proceeding to line out my shaving

necessities on the counter, in the bathroom. I sprayed a thick layer of the shaving cream over the whole

edges of my jaw before starting to lightly and carefully trim the edges. The mirror on the wall has

always been the perfect guide and I changed the blades and scrubbed over my light beard, knowing it

was only going to trim it and render everything into a particular look without one part looking higher with

the other part looking really low.

Once I was done, I cleaned the shaving cream off and washed my face a couple of times before finally

burying my head in a towel and patting my beard dry. I pulled the towel away after a few minutes and

stared at myself in the mirror, noticing the change in it immediately and also noticing how pale my

cheeks were.

Feeling the strong urge to go to the gym and knowing that It wasn’t all that good for people with muscle

pain to carry out the kind of exercises I indulge in, but I was going to do it anyway… I just wouldn’t do

too much if it anyway.

I exited the bathroom with my phone in hand and nothing more as I made my way towards the bed side

table of my side of the bed to pick the gun up and place it back on the table. I made my way out of the

empty bathroom and walked down the hall until I got to the gym. I let myself in immediately and placed

a hand on my waist as I stared around the whole room, noticing that almost all equipment was calling

to me at the same time.

Not wanting to do something overly complex, I walked over to the left part of the room and sat on the

chair before lifting up the first barbell there and moving it around. I lifted it forward and downwards and

upwards and downwards again, repeating the motion and allowing it to go on and on and on. When I

switched to my second hand, I was already panting heavily. I lifted the barbell. I repeated the motion,

making sure I lifted it up to the furthest height it could go before finally leaving it be and watching it drop

down immediately.

Once I felt like I had done enough of that particular exercise, I moved to the one of weights lifting and

started lifting the size next to the biggest size, moving from a bent position into a standing position with

the weight held high in a way that would make it seem so easy to a newbie, like I was doing it

effortlessly and not straining myself one bit.

I did a couple of things more before deciding that I had done enough of the whole exercising thing for

the day. I sank into one of the chairs in the gym and panted deeply, my shoulders muscles were not

hurting all that much and my headache, although not completely gone, was so manageable now and I

was still going to make use of the drugs which I had used last night, so it was going to completely

vanish today, hopefully.

I stood up from my seat and picked my phone up while stretching my arms out a little, sweat was

dripping off my face, down towards my shoulders and all over my chest. A quick glance downwards

showed how glistening my chest was, a good thing that I haven’t showered this morning yet.

Damning myself for not coming in here with a towel, and not wanting to make use of the ones in the

gym, I made my way out of the gym room and closed the door tightly behind me. I made my way down

the hall, back towards the bedroom in hopes of showering and dressing up as fast as I could.

I pulled the bedroom’s door open and paused in my tracks, outside the bedroom’s door, in the hallway–

when I heard a quiet, startled gasp from the room the moment I had pulled open the door. There stood

Sofia, standing on the other side of the once closed door, and it looked so much like she had been

about to push the door open as well but I had beaten her to it.

I stared down at her and craned my head to the side, sliding my gaze over her face and our eyes

locked almost immediately, my gray eyes staring straight into her wide blown, blue eyes which stared

back up into mine. My eyes lowered, ghosted over her cheeks which were a light shade of pink and

down towards her set of lips which always seemed like it was in a pout. The lower one looked almost

swollen and shiny, like she had bitten and sucked on it countless times since the start of today.

She was in a white skirt that looked too small from what I had imagined she wears around the house

whenever I had left for work.

I thought all her clothes were going to be a bunch of boring outfits, but she had proven me wrong

twice… the first time was in the hospital, two days ago. There, she hadn’t even bothered with a bra and

it had taken extra concentration to not allow my eyes to linger on the puckered nipples of hers which

were pressed against the material of the small sleeveless top she had on, at the hospital. And today,

she was wearing a shirt which revealed enough skin on her thighs for me to be able to tell that the rest

of her thighs were going to be even more creamy looking than what the lower parts of her thighs looked

like. She had on a big, grey top and hadn’t bothered to bring out her strapped up arm from the second

side of the shirt.

Her feet were in a small, hairy pair of slippers that blended more into what I’d associate her with.

I glanced back up and focused my gaze on her face which had darkened a few shades more, her eyes

skidded away the moment our eyes locked again and my eyes darkened as my mind took on a

dangerous part as it started bringing up different images of Sofia’s ass and thighs on the bed, glowing

even redder than her face, after I had given her an intense spanking which she had begged me for.

“How are you this morning?” I finally said to her and slightly winced when my voice came out rougher

and growler than I had expected and wanted it to.

I watched as her lips parted and her eyes widened for a few seconds before she blinked once and

made to reply to me.

“I’m good, thank you.” She nodded her head along to the words that left her mouth and I started to

wonder why her voice sounded so perfect.

“How’s your arm?” I asked again and she lightly bit on her lower lip, making me wonder if she’d find it

weird if I tug her lower lip out from between the light grip her teeth had on it and insert my thumb into

her mouth since she wanted something to nibble on so bad.

She’d most definitely find it weird… I might find it weird too, because just where were these thoughts

suddenly coming out from?

“It’s getting better, thank you” She replied as she stared down at the shape of her arm through the shirt

she had on.

“Is it still hurting really bad?” I continued and she shook her head in reply, her lower lip still trapped

between her teeth.

I quickly glanced at my phone and noticed the time immediately, knowing I had to get going already

since the time was already past eleven a.m.

I walked into the room and watched as Sofia’s eyes widened just as she took some steps backwards

immediately. I reached out and grasped into her good elbow, steadying her from falling and almost

rolling my eyes at the way her mind works.

Was I planning on doing something to her? Did I even look like I had thought about something like that

this morning?

Alright, maybe I had thought about that and even more, but I wasn’t planning on carrying any of those

things out.

She flushed red and took another step back the moment I freed her elbow. I stared at her without

saying a thing and watched as she sucked one part of her lower lips into her mouth, which was my cue

to get going before I end up doing something pretty stupid.

I left her where she was standing and headed towards the bed where I dropped my phone immediately.

A silent sound made me glance towards the door to find out that Sofia had exited the room as fast as

she could.

Yeah, run kitten.

Even though no one was chasing you, yet.

******

I showered and dressed up in a suit, taking care of my hair and face in front of the mirror in the closet

before finally stepping out. I had strapped some guns in the inside of my suit jacket while getting ready,

since I knew I was going to be getting into a few fights.

Once I was done, I sprayed my deodorant and cologne over me before finally exiting the room and

making my way down the stairs, into the kitchen. Matilda and Sarah were there when I made my way

into it and I nodded my head when they both greeted me.

“How are you, Sarah?” I asked, focused on Sarah and noticing again, like I had started to notice for a

while that she was getting paler and paler each day.

“Oh, I am doing just alright. How is your health this morning? Matilda told me about the whole

headache thing.” She replied, diverting the topic from her side and pushing it towards mine

immediately, the way she always does.

I glanced towards Matilda and nodded my head towards the coffee making machine, “Can you help me

make a cup of coffee?”

She nodded her head immediately and got to work, before I turned my face back towards Sarah and

shrugged my shoulders a little. “The drugs helped a lot, thanks to Matilda.”

I dug out my phone from my pocket and swiped it open, checking to see if I’ve gotten a message from

anyone really important this morning.

My driver was going to be driving me over there, along with all of my bodyguards that usually follow me

around. They were all trained and qualified bodyguards who could go into a ruthless and blood starved

mood when needed. I wasn’t going to be needing any extra hand today.

I had a talk with my driver yesterday, I had asked him to come see me at the office and he finally

showed up some minutes past two p.m. He confessed to surrendering to a lot of peer pressure from his

bunch of friends and I didn’t hide the fact that I was extremely disappointed in him.

Drugs were not completely illegal here in Venice, it only depended on the parts where it was located

and how people hid it. It wasn’t illegal, yes. But then it wasn’t a normal thing either. People that deal in Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

it always do it in hiding to avoid unnecessary problems from higher agents around the world. Almost all

the mafia here in Italy were dealing with drugs, that was where the majority of them got their money

from. Only a few other mafias deal in other things like creating warehouses, owning shares of

companies and other stuff like that.

A text from Aria suddenly popped in just when I was about to drop my phone on the counter and I

opened it immediately, my eyes skimming over the message in seconds.

Aria: I need help, immediately.