Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 152

Luca’s POV

“You seem like a mama’s girl…” I found myself saying to Sofia at the table and I watched as her eyes widened instantly, and she placed her cup of water down on the table and started to speak.

“What does that mean?” She asked, blinking at me curiously and I grinned a little before shaking my head a little, and I watched as she smiled embarrassingly but didn’t avert her gaze this time, like she usually does.

“It means someone who’s obsessed with her mother, the way her mother is obsessed with her… that’s the kind of aura you have around you.” I explained, and before I could even finish speaking, her facial expression had suddenly morphed from embarrassed and sweet into a really unrecognizable one, and I blinked once at her before continuing, even though she wasn’t even staring at me anymore and was staring down at her plate of food.

“Or I could be wrong.” I murmured bit she made no move like she had heard what I had just said, as oni waited for a couple of minutes, before calling oof her name softly when she had still remained in the same position she had been in since I had started to explain what a mummy’s girl meant to her.

I watched as she lifted her head up and turned her face gaze around until she was staring at me, and then she started to speak in a quiet voice. “What made you think I was a mummy’s girl?” She asked and I started to give a shake of my head after a fleeting moment whereby our eyes had met and held for a second.

“Like I said before, it was just a feeling and I also said that I might be wrong, and clearly it looked like I was wrong.” I explained to her, having no idea as to why I was like this around her… because I know mud and I know I never bother to explain myself to people on a normal day.

“Yeah, you’re wrong. I am no mummy’s girl.” She scoffed those words out in a bitter tone and I felt myself got taken aback for a second, and I watched as she leaned back into the seat and picked up her cup of water once again, taking a couple of sip from it, and then after she placed it down on the table, she pushed the half filled plate of food before her away from her.

About ten minutes had passed and we were both sitting in silence. We’ve come in here to eat after Matilda had come to tell us about the food being ready. I could remember how Matilda had started to speak at the entrance of the sitting room, when Sofia had still been in my arms. Sofia had jolted in my arms nervously and had tried to pull away but I didn’t budge and instead tightened my hold on her even more, choosing that moment to card my fingers through my hair in that same moment.

And then I decided to start to break after that with a few words.

“Sofia?” I called out and watched as she turned her head around to stare at me, and she whispered out a quiet ‘huh’ in reply, there was not even any trace of any other emotion on her face, apart from blankness.

“Tell me about your family, I realized that I don’t really know s thing about you.”

“Oh,” she whispered and I nodded my head once, grateful that the hardened expression on her face wasn’t there on her face any longer.

“Yup,” I agreed with her just for the sake of it and then she started to speak.

“There’s not really much to know about me actually, nor my parents, we’re all really boring.” She said with a small laugh that wasn’t in any way funny, and I could feel her restlessness right from where I was currently sitting in.

“Still tell me about them, and you. I want to know.”

“Well, first of all, I’m not close to my parents.” She started to speak and I stared at her confusingly at first.

“But you do have a favorite between the two of them, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t.” She replied with a shake of her head and I felt myself sitting up on my chair. It felt like I had been thinking wrong about her all along, and there I was, calling her a mummy’s girl… Now I see why she got angry.

“What was your father like? To you and around the whole house.”

“He was brutal.” She said simply and I felt my brain start to rack, as I started to think of the encounters which I’ve had with her father almost immediately.

“Brutal how?” I demanded, hoping it wouldn’t be something really bad.

“Oh, well, the usual? You know, just the regular father characteristics.” She continued and I huffed out a breath.