Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 179

Luca’s POV

“He finally stopped coming, and I had never been more relieved in my entire life.” She whispered these parts in a low and thin voice and it felt like something cracked inside of me at that moment.

I reached forward and placed my hands on her shoulders, maneuvering her around until she was facing me. Tears were running down her cheeks and her glassy eyes were staring up at me. There were a lot of emotions running over her face at the same time and I watched as her lower lip quivered a little before she breathed out a choked sob, bursting out into more streams of tears, just as I pulled her deep into my arms, holding her tight against me instantly.

She buried her face in the middle of my chest, sobbing into my shirt and squeezing right around my waist with her small fingers, as sobs wracked her body, making her body shake against my wider build.

“Shh,” I breathe out after some moments, my voice sounding scratchy to my own ears and I synced in a deep breath and started to care my fingers through her hair, trying to offer as much comfort as I could. She sobbbed on and on ax I tried to console her, and I gave up trying and just decided to hold her agdinst me, allowing her to cry all she want to. My chest was pinching tight and painfully against the side of my chest as soon as she started to whisper incoherent words which got muffled against my chest.

“I’m so sorry, bunny.” I breathed out, tugging her against me even more as I held her waist firmly, my fingers steering to card through her hair once again.

“I didn’t want it, I swear.” She kept mumbling against my chest amidst sobs and I pulled her face away from my chest as soon as her words had registered in my head.

“Sofia?” I called out in a soft voice, and her tears stained face, coupled with how her lower lip wobbled, made me want to go on a rampage and cause intense pain to whoever it was that was behind all these. I carded my fingers through her hair, cradling her face in my hands in a really soft way, and then I started to speak, trying not to stare too hard at how tears were swimming in the depths of her eyes.

“I believe you, alright?” I started to say, and it broke my heart when her eyes widened instantly, and her lower lip wobbled a little right before she started to speak.

“Really?” She whispered, her voice breaking and cracking. I gave a firm nod of my head, carding my fingers through her hair once again before continuing to speak.

“Yes, I do. I believe everything you said, I know you never wanted it, you were way too young to want it.” I continued to say and her lower lip started to wobble almost immediately once again, and I watched as a tear started to slide down her cheeks, as she stared up at me quietly, without any kind of sound leaving her lips.

“You were a victim, you were left powerless, and whoever it was that did that to you is going to pay.” I continued, a passionate time entering my voice in that moment.

“Oh.” She whispered, and sniffed back tears in the next second. I nodded my head once, cradling her face in between my hands more firmly as I nodded my head once at her.

“Yes, you were a victim. I’m sorry you had to go through that when you were Just ten years old.” I said to her, and I meant every damn word.

Now that I was starting to think about it, the whole fear and fright she usually had each time I get into bed with her, and the whole thing on our wedding night, how she had bursted out into tears when I had been about to touch her, was all starting to make sense to me now… it wasn’t because she was childish or something like I had thought at first, but it had been because anything sexual had automatically reminded her of the incident with the assaulter when she was a little child.