Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 308

Sofia’s pov

When Ryan informed me that he and Ethan were in trouble and had a lot of answering to do the master

for letting his wife out of the house without any kind of protection, made it more real to me that this was

indeed happening, and that it wasn’t any sort of weird dream.

Despite how much I had tried not to cry, I spent almost all the time on our way home in tears. Ethan

ride separately in the car he and Ryan had ridden in to come pick me up, while Ryan drove the one I Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

wa currently in. Because Ryan felt like I was dehydrated, he offered me some water before he had

began to drive and kept on unstinting until I had drank a little of the water. But at this point, it felt like I

had managed to cry out all the water inside of me, including the one I had taken in some time ago.

Because I needed some kind of resssursnce, even though I knew damn well that Ryan was just as

clueless as I was on it Armani was going to be okay, and still went ahead and asked him the question.

Ryan, on sensing my need for any kind of reassurance right in that moment, hummed in response as

he spoke. “He’s going to be fine. The master is going to find him really soon and rescue him.”

I knew that was pretty impossible because this wasn’t fictional and was real as it could ever get, for

one. Coupled with the fact that there was just no way it was going to be that easy to find him. But it

didn’t still stop me from grasping unto Ryan’s response and desperately hoping that he’d end up being

right at the end of everything.

When we arrived home, I thankfully wasn’t crying any longer, but I didn’t need to check a mirror to

realize that my eyes was most definitely swollen as hell right now. My head was pounding really hard

as I robotically made my way out of the car as soon as it got pulled open, straight into the house. Luca

wasn’t home yet but I knew he wasn’t fine behind. I collapsed into one of the couches and began to sob

once again, because I didn’t know what else to do, and turning back time was literally impossible.

If I could go back in time and relive today, I was going to live it the right way, like I knew damn well that

I was supposed to. I had just wanted to be able to hang out with Armani without the presence of the

guards lingering around us, that was literally the only thing I had wanted from the very start.

The sound of the door opening made me swallow my sob and instantly dab my eyes, and I was on my

feet in an instant, dreading what Luca’s reaction was going to be. He looked very stressed when he

made his way into the sitting room, he also looked very angry, and also disappointed. I wish there was

a way I could hug him, because his hugs were the very best, but I knew that was pretty impossible right

now.

Luca finally began to speak, and I just couldn’t help it, tears began to fall down my eyes as his angry

voices echoed around me. I squeezed my eyes shut, instinctively waiting for him to hit or slap me, or to

shove me into the ground– waiting for him to do anything other than to regard me with emotions in his

eyes that was breaking my heart into a thousand pieces.

“What are you doing?” His voice was furious when he jerked me forwsrd with his hand on my wrist,

which made me instantly snap my eyes open as I blinked up at him through tears blurred eyes.

When I remained quiet and just continued to silently stare at him as I sobbed, he let out a ragged

breath and her go of my wrist like it had suddenly burnt him.

“Did you seriously think I was going to hit you?” He asked in a low voice and I flinched st the emotions

in his voice. He sounded angry, sounded like he was hurt and I really didn’t know what to do about that

because my own emotions were currently in a thick, tangled mess.

“I’m sorry, so sorry.” I whispered through my sobs after a few moments, as I wrapped my hands around

myself to steady my stance. I was trembling really hard at this point, and I couldn’t deny the fact that I

was somehow scared of Luca right now.

“You seriously thought I could hit you?” He asked once again and I remained silent because I had

indeed thought that, because that was the mentality I had been brought up with, it was the first reaction

my instincts had reached out to.

Luca let out a laugh that didn’t sound funny at all and I sucked in deep breaths from my mouth as I tried

to stop myself from trembling, as I felt my headache get even more intense.

I watched as he took a step towards me, and on instincts, I took one away from him. Luca stared at me

for a couple of moments longer before finally breaking eye contact to type some stuff on his phone.

About a minute later, he asked if I had gotten the plate number of the car, and I rattled it off to him,

feeling relieved that I could be at least useful in that aspect. And then he left the sitting room after that,

leaving me to my own emotional mess.

I slid down the foot of the couch and buried my face into my knees as I began to sob once again, for

unclear reasons this time. The feeling of warm hands which undoubtedly belonged to Matilda wrapping

around me, as well as soft fingers stroking my hair which definitely belonged to Sarah, only made me

sob harder.

The more they reassured me that it wasn’t my fault and that Armani was going to be found really soon,

the more I sobbed harder – because both things felt so much like a lie.