Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 103

Luca’s POV

“That’s crazy, man.” I said to James and watched as he shrugged his shoulders before starting to speak. “You should have been used to all these already, at least that’s what I thought… because it wasn’t like you just became popular overnight, you’ve been popular for a while now, since years ago.” James mused audibly and I lifted my fingers to push my hair out of my face before starting to reply to him.

“Believe me, there’s no getting used to this shit, it would all overwhelm you every damn time.” I started to say and leaned forward to place my elbows on my thighs before continuing after a few seconds. “You’re also popular on the internet, how do you handle your whole notifications?” I demanded, because it seemed like he was such a pro when it comes to this whole thing.

“Are you fucking kidding me man? Do you know how freaking popular you are?” James breathed out with a light laugh and shook his head before starting to speak once again, before I could even start to reply to him. “Like, I mean, I am unknown compared to you.”

I scowled at him as soon as I turned my head around to stare at him, and I didn’t appreciate the way he was looking at me with a lopsided grin on his face.

“But you are popular. Perhaps not as popular as I am, but you aren’t as unknown as you’re saying you are right now.” I said to him after a few moments and watched as he snorted before also leaning forward to place his palms on his thighs, mirroring my body posture but doing a completely different thing with his hands.

“Alright, alright. Maybe I am not as unknown as I said I was before, and maybe I am a little popular, but it’s not as much as yours– so you really can’t be asking me about how I handle my notifications because first or all, we won’t even be having the same amount of notifications.” James finally paused and turned his head around to stare at me, right before he continued. “Do you understand where I am coming from?”

I pursed my lips and stared at him pointedly without saying a thing for a moment before nodding my head once. He snorted at my facial expression before shifting his body a little until his shoulder was nudging mine a little.

“Come to think of it, you’re verified on over four large platforms, without even applying for a verification tick, it got given to you because the people behind that department on those platforms, felt like you deserved it.” He started to say once again and I nodded my head after a few seconds before I knew he was waiting for me to give a sign of acknowledgement before he’d finally proceed with what he was explaining.

“Compared to me, I might be popular with a good amount of followers, but I am not verified anywhere yet, you’re still the goat here.” He finally concluded what he had been explaining and I shifted back until I was leaning back into my seat, dragging in a deep breath and puffing it out slowly.

I remember when I had been growing up and I had watched my dad drag on a stick of joint and other stuffs which he’d sniff into his nose on and on, without ever bothering to hide what he was doing, from my brother and I. I had disliked my father so much from the very start, as soon as I started to understand that my father was a really horrible person, and automatically, I had hated a lot of things that he did.

And smoking any kind of thing, was among the top five things or characters of his that I had disliked so much and I had vowed and promised myself that I wasn’t ever going to try to smoke any kind of thing. I had gotten a lot of opportunities to try it out while growing up, I have come across my father’s joint and lighters a whole lot, but tne thought of trying out what my father loved with so much passion had left such a bad and horrible feeling in my insides and I haven’t ever tried it out.