Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 124

Sofia’s POV

The whole thing only managed to remind me of my younger and only brother, Angelo. Because this was like a normal routine between us, where we’d argue and bicker just for the fun of it and sometimes it might be because we were actually arguing about real issues and not for the fun of it.

We also sometimes try to ignore each other for a few hours, but every time we get into that kind of fight, which isn’t very frequent, one of us always end up going back to meet the other ehen we were both supposed to be ignoring each other and staying mad at one and other, and from that very moment, we’d start talking and laughing with each other like none of the argument which had made us start to ignore each other at first, had never happened or taken place in the first place.

I moved a little on my spot on the couch and dragged in a deep breath, right before I puffed it out and then sighed out, which barely used up to a second in my lungs, all came out in a long sigh which portrayed exactly how I was feeling inside my head and heart at that very moment.

I missed my brother.

I missed him so much that it hurts. It hurts in the space in my heart, it hurts so much and each time I think about it, all that particular spot in my heart does is to squeeze painfully against the sides of the inside or my chest, and also to press against one another.

I didn’t realize when another sad sigh poured out from my mouth, my unfocused gaze still staring straight ahead like it had been doing all these while, while I had been completely lost in thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” I heard Ryan’s voice called out to me and I blinked my eyes once, moved a little in my seat and lifted my right hand up to use tne pads of my thumb to massage my eyes, and once I was done, I finally turned around to stare into the eyes of Ryan.

“Huh?” I asked and grimaced a little before starting to speak almost immediately.

“Sorry about moments ago, I think I zoned out.” I said to him and moved my thumb to my other eyes and started to massage the closed eyes after a few moments.

“It’s alright, what were you thinking about? It was obvious thst, thst particular thought made you really sad and gloomy, because your mood whifh was already starting to get brightened up a little, suddenly got really dimmed all of a sudden.” Ryan breathed out and since I had been staring at my fingers on my thighs throughout the time which he had started to speak, I dragged in a deep breath and puffed it out slowly, right before I moved my eyes over to Ryan’s face.

I breathed out a small sigh as I remained silent for a few more seconds, before I finally started to speak.

“It’s my brother.” I said in a quiet voice, and I wasn’t surprised with the way a small sigh followed those words out of my mouth.

Mentally? I feel extremely exhausted.

Physically? I feel just as exhausted, super exhausted.

And the thought of me starting to discuss my brother, a topic I knew was going to make me really sad and gloomy, was making me feel even more exhausted.

All I wanted to do at this moment was to crawl into the bed I share with Luca and to dive beneath the dark and thick blankets, and to get surrounded with that familiar scent which I had already started to classily as soothing, and perhaps I could inch closer to Luca’s side of the bed, and try to get more of that scent into my nose and get my head completely filled up whut the scent.

But I couldn’t do that at the moment, I didn’t even want to be by myself at this very moment because it felt like I might start crying immediately after I crawl into bed, because thinking about everything, how I miss my younger brother, was really making me feel depressing as hell.

I dragged in a deep breath into my lungs and puffed it out slowly, moving around a little on the couch and still managing to keep my legs folded beneath me on the couch throughout the whole time I’ve been sitting on it, without feeling all that uncomfortable.