Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 235

Luca’s POV

“So, I take it you’re done?” I said to him on the phone as I shifted a little on my seat, feeling my heartbeat slowly return back to its usual steady pace.

“Yeah, I finished some months ago. I’ll be coming back in two days.” He informed me and I absorbed his piece of information as I started to rack my brains to see if there was something currently ongoing which could be really dangerous for him to come home to.

Armani was my little brother and I was really older than he was, it was why I was able to send him out of the country into a different country that was really far from Rome, for his own safety. At the time when our father had passed away and I had taken over him, it was as if a lot of people had been waiting for that day to come just so they could attack my brother and myself. My brother was still a lot younger than I was back then, and he wasn’t exactly cut out for the whole risky lifestyle of the mafia world.

It was one of the main reasons why my father and I fought while I was growing up. It was one of the reasons as to why I hated my father even more. My father has always tried to force Armani to become a huge part of the mafia world, but Armani had just never been a part of it, no matter how he tried to fit into the lifestyle to satisfy our father, he’d always stand out.

Armani was a lot softer than I was for one, he couldn’t handle a gun to save his life, no matter how much my father had tried to train him into learning to handle one, he always ended up being unable to aim at a particular thing to my father’s outrage. The same thing happened with knives and other kinds of weapons that my father had tried to train him into learning how to use, and as expected, he hated all of them and never fully mastered how to handle one. Each time something happens, I’d always have to save myself as well as my younger brother, it has always been like that between us and I honestly never minded because unlike my father who didn’t understand him, I understood him a lot well and I knew just how he felt about everything, which was why he was always my first and only priority.

Attacks started to come to my brother and I just as soon as my father was out of the picture. Despite joe bad my father was, he’d always make sure we were completely protected, which is why it was almost rare for his enemies to be able to get to us. And as soon as he was out of the picture, it seemed like a lot of people had been waiting for that particular moment to finally arrive because they all started to attack my brother and I all at once, while some would even come together to plan to take my brother and I out, like we were the one who wronged them in place of our father. There was only so much I could do and when I saw that it was going to be really hard for Armani to survive here, I took matters into my own hands and decided to do what my father would never ever dream of doing.

I decided to send him out of Rome, into a country that was really further from rome. I, along with James, changed his identity, faked him new passports and backgrounds, along with family ties and then I sent him out to Rome with a new identity. We both agreed that he was going to live a completely different life than the one he grew up in here in Rome, and that he was going to be living the life of a normal person, he was also going to be attending school there and other things. I left him with a lot of my father’s money in four different cards, a huge amount of money I was sure he wouldn’t be able to spend on his own.

We agreed that we were not going to be calling each other, to avoid being tracked to each other. He had my own number and wasn’t allowed to call my cell unless it was extremely important. We haven’t spoken to each other in over ten years, and for some reasons, I never had the fear of it being like he might have been dead. It was like a part of my mind knew that nothing was going to happen to him, and that he was going to be fine living a normal life away from the whole drama that comes from being involved in the mafia lifestyle.

There weren't a lot of people that I trusted here in the mafia, except for James, which was why James was still the one I’ve sent twice to go check up on Armani for me once, and that was that. James told me that he was doing really fine and that it was as if he was mote cut out for the normal life than the mafia lifestyle,

And now, he was calling me… so it was either something was wrong, or he was just wanting to come back because he had missed rome.

“Is there a problem?” I said into the phone as I pushed myself out of my seat and started to make my way towards the closed window in my office,

“Uh, no, there isn’t. I’d just like to come home to you, you know… it’s been really long.” He informed me and I puffed out a deep breath and nodded my head even though he couldn’t see me at the moment, right before I started to speak. “It really has been so long, over ten years.”