Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 13

Luca’s POV

“That went better than I expected,” James stated as the car slowly pulled out of the Monte’s premises, into the busy streets once again. I stared straight at my flexing fingers on my thighs, completely agreeing with James.

“It did go better than I expected. I half expected him to insist on not wanting to make peace, or even pull a gun out on us after requesting I send the guards out of the office.” I mused audibly with a small shake of my head before letting my head fall back against the soft, leather seat’s headrest.

“He admitted to having already planned to attack you…” James said slowly before slowly trailing off, leaving the unfinished sentence hanging.

“He knows he’d still never have been able to catch me unprepared.” I reminded James who only shrugged and threw his head against the head rest before pulling his tie loose and popping open his first three buttons. The tinted glass demarcation between our side of the car and the driver’s part gave us all the privacy we could even need.

“He still had the audacity to admit it to your face, he sure does have some guts on him.” James continued and I brushed him off with a wave of my hand.

“Everyone in the mafia has different ways of trying to leave an impact on other people, perhaps that was his own way of leaving an impact behind.”

“Hm. I’d still kept an eye on him for a while, starting from tonight.” James informed me and I nodded my head once.

“You do that, for everyone’s good.”

“How’s your little wife?” James suddenly asked and I blinked once, completely taken aback by the randomness of the question.

I watched him as he turned his head around to stare more clearly at me before inquiring again..

“How is she?”

“She’s alright.” I replied, because she actually was. Ryan, one of the two guards I had placed on hera her personal bodyguards the very next day after our wedding, had been sending me daily tabs about her, on my command.

“Alright?” James pushed and I sighed out slowly before turning around until I was completely facing him.

“Yes, she is.” I echoed after him and I watched as he rolled his eyes for a few seconds before proceeding to continue questioning me.

“How was it?”

I knew exactly what he was referring to and my mouth pulled into a thin line almost immediately.

“I didn’t do a thing to her, man.” I informed him and James looked at me as if I had suddenly grown two heads.

“You didn’t? At all?” He echoed quietly and I nodded my head once before turning back around and leaning my head back against the car seat’s headrest.

“I didn’t. I couldn’t touch her, man.” I admitted after a few seconds of none of us saying a thing. The silence that followed my admission lasted for about a solid minute before James broke it with his next words.

“I– Are you serious, man?” He demanded, sounding completely bewildered. I allowed my eyes to slide close while dragging in deep breaths from my nose and mouth, my lungs sucking up the breaths intakes hungrily.

I nodded once again without replying and James said something I didn’t catch but couldn’t bother asking him to repeat himself when I knew he’d rephrase his sentence to me some minutes later, if it was important.

“Why?” He asked again, after about two minutes of the car rendered in complete silence.

“I don’t know, man.” I replied honestly, lifting my hand towards my throat to stroke the sides muscles of my neck where knotted up muscles were lining up there.

I breathed out a long, satisfying sign as my fingers dug into my sore muscles, massaging into the stiff muscles and tendons.

“But she’s now your wife.” James reminded me, like I had no idea she was my wife and had been waiting for him to wave that realization into my face.

“She’s still so young. Extremely young, man.” I started to say and I heard James grunt quietly beside me.

“That’s how it is in our lives, and you know it. Girls have been married off to lots of men in the mafia once they clock eighteen years of age. That’s how it has been working since forever.” James explained and

Moved my lips around but refused to say a thing as the sentence he just said slowly drifted into my head.

“I know that, James. I just didn’t ever imagine that I’d ever be faced with that same fate, had it not been for the amount of pressure I was starting to receive from my father’s brothers who were all thirsty for an heir.” I explain to James, my head feeling like it was about to burst due to the amount of pounding that was taking place in it.

“And how do you plan on producing the said heir… without touching your wife?” James continued and I felt like smacking the back of his head by how judgmental he sounded.

“I don’t know man,” I paused and puffed out a slow breath from one part of my nose. Assuming I smoked, I’d have been extremely good at it,

“I think marrying her was a mistake.” I finally continued to say, my tie and top buttons were starting to feel really tight but I refused to adjust or loosen it.