Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 20

Sofia’s POV

“My elbow, upwards.” I replied and blinked again. My lips parted unconsciously and my eyes widened as his finger dragged upwards, all the way from my wrist, slowly towards my elbow and I held my breath as a tingling sensation infused into the depths of my skin at that confusing touch.

His finger lightly grazed over my elbow and my eyes fluttered, before glancing down instantly and sucking in a sharp breath just before a rush of pain flooded into my veins as his finger glided over a spot on my elbow where it was really hurting.

“That’s the spot?” He asked and I nodded my head, feeling a weird kind of feeling gathering in the depths of my stomach.

It was most definitely fear.

I was, after all, scared of him.

He continued his journey and I puffed out a tiny breath when his finger continued, the touch light as a feather as he grazed another injured spot on the edge of my shoulder.

“Ow.” I whispered on a quiet puff when he passed another spot a tiny space away from the previous spot. He pulled his hand away and inserted his hands into his pockets immediately… to my disappointment.

I mean, his finger felt really delicate on my arm, like it could never hurt a fly, even though he could hurt even the most biggest human in the whole world, in reality. That didn’t stop me from silently missing the warmth of his finger on my cold skin.

I had been in an armless cloth since morning and was starting to feel cold. It was totally normal for me to welcome a warm human’s touch.

Yup.

That’s totally it.

And we were literally in the hospital room, where nothing could happen… because it wasn’t the privacy of our house. My arm was also sprained as well.

So nothing could happen to me, at least that was what I hoped.

I shifted in my spot on the bed and suddenly felt confused at the kind of thoughts floating around in my head at the moment.

I glanced at Luca who was also staring at me and our eyes locked once again. His hands were buried deep in his suit pockets and he looked really calm and and relaxed, something I most definitely wasn’t at the moment.

To cut the long story short, I was the complete opposite. My insides were slowly starting to knot up without me realizing it.

“How are you feeling now?” He inquired and I stared down at my injured arm before shrugging my good shoulder.

“Hurting. My arm is hurting really bad.” I replied honestly because it felt like he wouldn’t believe me if I told him that I was fine, so i opted for honesty instead.

“Have you been given anything for it yet?” He continued to ask and I nodded my head instantly.

“Yeah. I still have a couple of injections to go through, and then I'll hopefully be free to go home.” I replied and glanced up at him to find him watching my arm the way I was doing a moment ago. He glanced up at me the very next second and our eyes locked once again to my embarrassment.

“That’s a good thing then. Be sure to use the medications given to you properly,” He started to say, which sounded so much like he was planning to leave anytime soon.

“You’re leaving?” I asked before I could stop myself and shook my head immediately, rephrasing my sentence instantly. “I meant, yes. I will, sir. I mean, um…” I trailed off on realizing that I was starting to ramble.

“Yes, I am. I’ll see you tonight when I return from work. Also, be a good girl and do as I say.” He replied in a voice which sounded smooth and almost growly. I sucked in a breath and glanced up at him immediately as his last words sank into my head.

“Um,” I started to say without knowing what I was actually going to say. After a few moments of staring up at him and feeling like I was burning up from the insides due to how deeply he was staring into my eyes, I ducked my head with color flooding into my cheeks and an unknown, weird like feeling gathering in the depths of my stomach.

“Sofia?” He started to say again and I dragged in a slow breath before staring up at him, I was starting to feel sweaty despite how cold I was feeling.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly and I swallowed emptily and glanced around the hospital room which was empty of any other person except from Luca and I, before settling my gaze on his face after some time.

“Um, I-“ I started to say before trailing off again, not knowing what to actually say.

“What’s wrong, Sofia?” He asked once again after waiting for me to say something, to no avail.

“Um, nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” I finally breathed out after a long minute. Luca didn’t say anything after that and I blinked down at my finger on my thighs, wondering why it felt like I had said the wrong answer.

Like I had said something I wasn’t supposed to.

Like… like I had lied.

My eyes widened and I breathed out a quiet gasp when his hand suddenly wrapped around my chin tugged my face upwards until I was staring into his face. His face was blank, the grey eyes feeling like it was about to swallow me up. My eyelids slid lower and my gaze passed over his moving lips for a fleeting second before I pulled my eyes open and was once again staring him straight in the eyes like he wanted me to.

“What’s wrong?” He echoed, his voice still as quiet and calm as before, and maybe a breath lower than it sounded before because I shivered slightly as the two words settled over me slowly.

I shivered again when his gaze roamed over my face and dropped downwards to focus on whatever had held his attention for a few seconds before dragging his gaze back towards my face.