Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 135

Luca’s POV

I think it was pretty stupid for people to sit down and make a plan, and still consent to it, only for it go

end up being a really bad idea from the very start. It wasn’t about it being a a flop, it was actuality about

the idea being pretty stupid and dumb from the very start… and everyone who had agreed to it in tne

first place, knew in a part of their mind, that their so call brainstorming had ended up in them coming

together to plan a very bad idea, but they had still agreed to go ahead with it either ways.

That was pretty stupid to me.

I pulled the door open and stepped into the house before pushing the door close behind me and turning

the key inside of it. I had arrived home a few minutes ago, without any kind of scratch on any part of my Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

body.

Although, I don’t think my car can be able to say the same thing for itself. It was a good thing that my

car was bulletproof, along with the glasses, which made it hard for those set of dumb people to be able

to get to me who was sitting in the back of the car, through the form of shooting at the car.

It was going to have to visit the mechanic place tomorrow, and it was obviously going to go through a

lot of things once it got there. I think it was pretty obvious that those guys had wanted me dead, that

was like the main purpose for their attacking us for the first place.

We were able to bring in five of those men after everything, and they were going to gey thoroughly

tortured, in order for them to confess the truths to any kind of questions we’d be asking them. When I

said ‘they’, I was referring to my guards and I. We didn’t see any need to call in for backup and at the

end of the day, had succeeded in taking care of the not so little mess, by ourselves.

If I was going to be very honest with myself, then I was going to state that my guards had been the

ones who had done most of the work, and I was super proud of all of them… all I had done was to

shoot at one when he had been about to escape, after being a huge part of the whole shooting thing.

Of course I had shot him at a place I knew wouldn’t even make him pass out or die on us, and he had

been captured along with his friends. The rest of the guys had been left on the street, with gunshots

wounds, in which some passed out from at that very moment.

I shook my head a little, as I made my way imho the house. I paused at the part of the sitting room and

stared inside of it. It was empty, but it did felt warm, like someone had stepped some time in it today,

and had breathed a lot of air into it. I continued to walk into the house and stopped at the entrance of

the kitchen, to see it empty, which I liked so much at the moment.

I think I was in a sour mood tonight. It wasn’t like I had great moods on a normal day, but tonight mood

felt so gloomy and flat, and I didn’t think I could stomach any kind of human interaction or attention at

the moment. It was one of the reasons as to why I haven’t called James to inform him about what had

happened to me on the way back from work, because I couldn’t talk to him for now.

Perhaps I’d just inform him about it tomorrow morning, whenever we’d see in the morning.

I made my way into the walk in freezer and retrieved a bottle of whiskey, I didn’t think I was in any kind

of mood for food tonight, idek just drink a little and I’d head upstairs to bed. It was obvious that, even

Sofia who I had wanted to come home earlier than usual because of, had already gone to bed,

probably along with Sarah and Matilda.

I scowled at my bottle of whiskey and drank directly from the bottle as soon as I had gotten it open, with

my body leaning against the counter in the kitchen. I guess I was once again going to state this need in

my head to see Sofia and touch her, with watching her sleep tonight, and perhaps touching her hair a

little, because I didn’t think she’d have fallen asleep too deeply for me to touch her face the way I did

yesterday, without her jolting awake and catching me right in the act.

Now that I was even thinking about it, it was making me sound like a creep, and I hated that feeling so

much.

I drank another mouthful of whiskey, feeling the drink burn down my throat in a really hot way that I like

very much, way too much even.

After spending about ten minutes in the kitchen, I walked towards the kitchen sink and poured the

remaining drink down the drain, rinsing it out of the sink with a little bit of water. I disposed of the bottle

in the trashcan and began to make my way out of the kitchen almost immediately.

The painting stuff which I had sighted this morning while leaving for work, wasn’t around the staircase

anymore, which made it obvious that they had probably set up the room which I had given to Sofia, like

I had asked them to. I made my way up the stairs into my room fast, pushing the door close behind me

and finding Sofia already fast asleep, like I had expected her to be.

The sign that came out of my lungs was very slow and low in the next moment, just that an unexpected

thought made its way into my head.

The fact that I had known about the fact that I had been in a really bad mood and wouldn’t want any

kind of interaction with people at this very moment, but still wished Sofia had been awake so that I can

at least talk to her and stare at her beautiful face, was quite surprising and I knew that very well.

I made my way into the bathroom after sparing Sofia a small glance, her pretty face flashing in my mind

as I pushed the door close. I did what I was supposed to do in the bathroom fast, showering and

brushing my teeth really fast, and then I was walking towards the walk in closet in order to get a piece

of cloth which I was going to be sleeping in, I had already kind of gotten used to the fact that I wouldn’t

want to make Sofia uncomfortable by sleeping in my underwear beside her, and had been wearing

sweatpants to bed each day, to make her as comfortable as possible in bed beside me.

I made my way back into the bedroom and walked towards the bed, before getting into bed beside her

and switching off my phone, in case my best friend or any other people decides to call. I knew it wasn’t

right for me to switch off my phone, and that any kind of unexpected emergency could come up at any

time of the day, but nevertheless, I placed the switched off phone on the bedside table beside the guns

and knives, and then I turned around until I was staring at Sofia’s sleeping face.

Once again, she was facing my direction of the bed and that realization left a nice feeling in the lowest

part of my heart, it was more proof that she was getting comfortable in my bed. I shifted in bed a little

with my head on top of my pillow, and I just kept on watching her. The thought that I was currently

being creepy creapt into my head on and off, as the seconds turned into minutes, but I ignored those

thoughts and continued to stare at her, until I ended up falling asleep in that particular position and

spot.