Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 178

Luca’s POV

“I mean, I didn’t tell her about what actually happened,”

She paused for a moment. “But, she shut me up before I could even complete what I was saying, and started accusing me of making things up and spending way too much time in my head to be able to think up something like that.” She continued to speak in a quiet voice, her voice breaking once again and it sounded so much like she was about to burst into tears at a certain point. I blinked once, trying to fully process what it was that I had just heard.

“What the fuck?” I echoed out without even thinking and as expected, I didn’t get a reply. Not even a shrug of her shoulders, or a shake of her head, nothing.

“But I didn’t make a thing up, I was telling the truth, and assuming she had listened to me or even tried to listen to me and understand where it was that I was coming from, then I’d have been able to tell her about what actually happened to me…” She trailed off and fell into silence, the small sound of a sob escaping her throat was the only sound that penetrated the night after a few moments.

I remained silent behind her, with my hand squeezed tight and my mind moving at a really sharp speed, I wanted to try to understand what it was that was wrong with the mother of Sofia, because what kind of mother would say that kind of thing to get child without even bothering to listen to what she was about to say. I could feel my anger start to increase slowly in my mind, and my mouth was currently set in a thin line, and Sofia hadn’t even started to speak about the cause of her nightmare.

“Anyways,” She finally continued, sniffling back tears and moping her eyes with her fingers in the next second. “She didn’t try to listen and so I never told her. There was no one I could tell about it. I couldn’t talk to my little brother about it because he was way too young when it happened and wouldn’t even be able to understand what it was that I was talking about, and so I had kept it in me and buried it deep down in my heart.” She paused and sniffed back tears for a moment before continuing.

“It happened a few times.” She finally continued after a few moments and I mentally braced myself for what she was going to say next because I already had a feeling where this was all going to, and I already know that I wasn’t going to like it one bit.

“What happened a few times?” I couldn’t help it, I was starting to get impatient and restless, and needed to know at this point.

“The assault. It happened four times.” She muttered in a flat voice after a few seconds, without her voice breaking this time, and it felt like a bowl of ice got dumped over my face when I was deep in sleep. I could feel my whole insides start to coil tight in a really tight grip, to the extent that I couldn’t breathe in properly for a few seconds.

“What?” I whispered, because it felt like I hadn’t heard what she had just said properly. A part of my mind was refusing to absorb that piece of information she had just pushed out, it was finding it hard to even try to process it.

“The assault, it happened four times.” She continued in the next moment, not missing a beat, and I allowed my eyes to squeeze shut in the next second as I felt pain start to dig its way into my heart.

“What assault?”

“Sexual assault.” She whispered in reply, and I saw red in the next second. The urge to hurt whoever it was that was behind it suddenly overtook me before I could blink, stifling up my brains and heart until all I could see was stark red.

“Who did it?” I demanded. I only needed a name, that was the only thing I needed at this very moment. All thoughts about self control fire out the window before I could blink and I could feel my fingers start to hurt from how tight the fist my hand currently was in.

“Um…” she started to say, then trailed off after a moment and a sob skipped out of her throat in the next second.