Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 54

Luca’s POV

I rolled unto my back, feeling completely drenched like I had stood under a cascading water with my

clothes on, therefore drenching my body in the warm water that would feel cold against the body after a

few seconds. My neck felt cramped up like I had slept in a wrong position and a part of it has ended up

getting numb. I groaned a little as I finally forced my eyes open, my filled up bladder waking me from

the deep sleep I had fallen into immediately after eating, making use of some drugs and taking a warm

shower.

I slowly sat on the bed, moaning loudly in pain in my muscles although not hurting the way it had hurt

last night, still starts to hurt after little to no movement nevertheless. I rubbed at my eyes and blinked a

few times, trying to chase the last bits of sleep clinging unto my eyelids.

The first thing I did after kicking the blanket which was starting to feel uncomfortable against my body

was to pull off my hoodie which was drenched in sweat. I tossed it on the floor beside my bed and

puffed out a deep breath, my chest glistening due to the amount of sweat rolling off my shoulders. I

was feeling cold anymore, thankfully – which was probably why I had started to sweat heavily in my

sleep.

I shifted towards the edge of the bed and placed my feet on the floor, getting prepared to get up the

bed and head over to the bathroom where I’d offload my filled up bladder and wash my face with cold

water. I placed my hand against my forehead at the last moment before I got up from the bed, checking

to see if I was still burning up. I wasn’t burning up seriously anymore, thankfully. But I was still a little bit

feverish and my head— although not pounding painfully and throbbing in a way that almost felt worse

than death, it was still pounding a little, nevertheless.

I pushed myself off the bed and slowly made my way towards the bathroom, the dim lights which

wasn’t as bright as the way it was last night, it was was really dim this early morning, not like I couldn’t

see clearly as I headed towards the bathroom door and that was all that mattered.

I got into the bathroom and closed the door quietly behind me before making my way into the restroom

and emptying my bladder. I was still feeling weak, so I had to lean against the wall of the rest room as I

cleaned myself up and tucked myself back into my loose sweatpants, without any underwear, because

I was too lazy to rummage through my underwear, and I was way more used to going commando while

sleeping.

I stepped out of the restroom after flushing the toilet clean, back into the spaciou insides of the

bathroom. I stood against the wash hand base and grimaced at the reflection staring back at me from

the mirror. My hair was hanging out on all corners and my eyes were a little bit swollen with the inside

slightly red. Eyebags stared back at me from the mirror and I hugged out a small breath as I leaned

forward and placed my right palm against the mirror to steady myself when it felt like I was about to

lose my footing, a few seconds ago.

My chest and shoulders were gleaming in the bright lights of the bathroom and I stared at my broad

chest and the way sweat glistened off it. It made me grimace a little once again. I was already starting

to feel sticky as hell. Your own sweat drying off on your skin can be disgusting if you imagine it up.

I leaned forward and turned the tap on the wash hand machine for me before opening my hand as the

cold wash of water rushed and splashy towards a lot of corners in the bathroom. I lifted my right hand

which was currently cupping water carefully and splashed it against my face, allowing it to purposely

dripp towards my neck to slide down over my chest and abs.

I repeated the motion until I was satisfied with how my face was feeling less sticky after the whole

splashing of water. I also loved the way I allowed lots of water to splash and slide down my chest, over

my slightly feverish body until I was done and turned off the war on.

I toweled my face dry and moped the towel against my chest and stomach a little before discarding the

towel back on the bathroom counter and making my way back into the sitting room. My eyes landed on

a sleeping Sofia as I made my way back into the room and closed the bathroom door quietly behind

me, my eyes performing a quick survey of the whole bed room before my eyes landed on the bed and

crept towards her side of the bed to find her curled and buttoned up beside my side of the bed.

I sank into the bed slowly, groaning a little as I bent my neck from side to side to get the uncomfortable

cramping feeling away from each side of my throat too. I leaned forward and picked up my phone from

the bedside table to check the time. It was currently some minutes after three a.m in the morning,

reminding myself that I still needed as much sleep as possible in order to help me get healed way

faster.

I leaned forward the way I had done before when retrieving the phone, a few minutes ago— and placed

the phone back on the bed side table where it had been on before I had fallen asleep. I kicked the

blankets further down the bed before proceeding to lie down on the bed without a shirt and without the

blankets around me.

I turned around on my stomach and placed my hands beneath me, on the pillow as I stared at a

sleeping Sofia. She had her hands tucked beneath her cheeks as she slept, her lips parting a little as

tiny puffs of breaths slipped through, her lips still managing to curve a little into a pouty shape though

she was fast asleep. She was facing my side of the bed but was still far away from me, almost at the

edge of the bed where she had fallen off and sustained an arm injury.

I stared down at her body and felt my throat dry up immediately on seeing what she had on. It wasn’t

completely displayed because of the dimness of the lights here in the bedroom at this moment, but it

was still very much visible to my eyes and I drank the sight up with my eyes.

When I had kicked down the blankets completely after exiting the bathroom and coming back into the

sitting room, I had unknowingly kicked down the blankets off her body as well— and now, her small

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couldn’t touch, waving it into my face unashamedly. I breathed out a deep breath and sat up on the bed

before reaching down and pulling up the blankets which I had kicked down moments ago. I drew the

blankets back over Sofia’s body, watching as she moved a little and let out a tiny, unintelligible sound

before burrowing more into the pillow her cheek was currently pressed into, relaxing visible once the

blankets was around her neck once again.

I turned around on the bed and faced my side of the bed, another deep, long sigh escaping my lips as I

laid on my back and tried to will away the low throbbing going off in my head like an annoying laugh.

I didn’t know when exactly sleep managed to pull me under, but it didn’t feel like it had taken me really

long after that… because one moment I was thinking about how my head hurts, and the rest, I couldn’t

remember a thing.

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I rolled onto my stomach and buried my head into my pillows, not wanting to blink my eyes open after

coming awake. The sound of the door closing quietly was what I had come awake to, even though it

wasn’t the one responsible for my jolting awake, my body had just choose that particular moment to

come awake— when it was just starting to feel like the sleep was awesome.

I wiggled in bed and turned my head around, laying my other cheek against the soft sheets against the

pillow. I breathed in the familiar scent of tbd bedsheet, the event going into my lungs and filling my

whole insides up immediately. I felt a little bit drunk which sounded really absurd to my own ears —

because for one, I didn’t have any alcohol yesterday, and most definitely didn’t get anything into my

stomach apart from the food Sarah had fetched me in my room last night. I also don’t remember the

last time I had gotten drunk, because I could hold my own drink perfectly without it affecting me, unless

I have had a little too many to drink, if not– I wouldn’t get close to feeling tipsy.

I wasn’t an alcoholic.

Ok, I used to drink a lot in my late teenage and early twenties years. That was how my alcohol

tolerance increased and got really strong along the years.

But I wasn’t an alcoholic anymore, I had taken care of that addiction in my late twenties and had ended

up overcoming it, thankfully.

I slowly rolled unto my back, feeling my head throbbing lowly behind the back of my head as I carefully

sat up on the bed and blinked my eyes open. I blinked a couple of times for my eyes to adjust to the

brightness in the room, thankful that the curtains wasn’t open at the moment. God knows I might have

dropped dead because of the harshness of the morning sun shining directly into my face and eyes.

I glanced sideways on the bed and noted that Sofia wasn’t in bed anymore, before rubbing my eyes

with my palms a few times to chase the remaining sleep away from my eyes, and the famous stickiness

that stick to a person’s eyes each damn day.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table and picked it up before holding it before me until it

automatically unlocked almost immediately. I glanced at the time and parted my mouth a little– without

realizing it. It was currently past one p.m in the afternoon and I was just getting out of bed.

To think I was thinking about hating the early morning sun and expressing my gratitude for the curtains

being drawn close when it wasn’t even morning anymore but was way past that already.

I placed my phone on the bed and ran my fingers through my hair, noting how the feverish feeling had

almost gone down completely except for the small warm feeling I still felt the moment I placed my hand

against my forehead. I stretched my right hands forward to check if it was still going to hurt and winced

when a small pain tugged at one of the muscles tugging at the insides of that particular limb which I

had raised up into the air in experiments.

It wasn’t hurting as much as it had yesterday, especially last night, but it was still hurting nevertheless.

Fever or not, it still felt like I was going to end up getting a body massage to get this damn soreness out

of my muscles once and for all.

I pushed out of the bed and stretched my hands out, the muscles at my shoulders protesting painfully

and cracking loudly like they had been cramped up really badly for a long while. I did a few more

stretchings of my hands before finally making my way into the bathroom to empty my bladder and clean

my teeth.

I was glad I wasn’t feeling as sick as I had thought I was still going to be feeling this morning, after

making use of the drugs and it took a little longer than expected to kick in, yesterday.

I had things to do and thankfully, I was feeling stronger this morning— afternoon and was sure I would

be able to pull off leaving the house and getting those things done without straining myself too hard.

Like, I had to go see my cousin today. I also had to meet up with my right hand man, James. To tell him

about all that had happened with Aria, because he was going to go take care of Ivan and his brother on

my behalf.