Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 25

Luca’s POV

“I gave it to Sofia.”

James eyed me from the corners of his eyes and remained silent for a while longer before turning his face around to look me properly in the eye.

“You gave your suit jacket to your wife?” He inquired, sounding almost shocked and confused… even I was starting to rethink that particular gesture of mine now that it was starting to sink in.

“Yes, I did.” I replied and turned away from him, staring straight at the dark glass demarcation with half lidded eyes.

“Why?”

“She was feeling cold, so I decided to give it to her.” I explained, having no idea why it slowly started to feel like I was defending myself for what I did.

“That’s a very intriguing information.” James mused in a throaty voice and I absentmindedly scrubbed my right hand over the material of my suit pants.

“Oh, shut up.” I drawled out and James barked out a small laugh.

“What? Did I say anything?” James demanded as he picked up his phone from on top of his pants when it started to vibrate against his thigh, a signal of an incoming call.

“Your eyes are judging.” I informed him, because that part was very true. He had been staring at the side of my face ever since I informed him about my jacket being with Sofia and I could literally feel his stare dig and sear into my skin on the side of my face.

“I wasn’t judging you, I can’t do that.” James replied with an amused tone as he returned the phone back to its former position on his thigh without answering the call.

“I was only surprised, that’s all.” James started to say before pausing for a few seconds only to continue again when I thought he had thankfully dropped the subject. “I mean, that’s so unlike you. This is the first time you’re doing something like that.”

“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” I replied to him and I allowed my head to fall against the headrest of the car, as I did my possible best not to think about how soft Sofia’s skin had felt beneath my fingers and James was thankfully keeping my mind preoccupied.

“Why not? There is.”

“How’s her injured arm though? Is she going to be released today?” James after some minutes of the car being totally silent, except for when his phone started vibrating again – which he still didn’t answer to and instead cut off the incoming call almost immediately.

“It’s sprained and not broken like I had thought at first, she’d also be released in a while, if she hasn't been discharged yet, that is.” I informed him and dragged my fingers through my dark curls, the air conditioner in the car was blowing around nicely and keeping the car in a much needed amount of chill, but for some reason, my shirt felt a little bit sweaty and I have this sudden urge to take my shirt off and allow the air conditioner to directly ghost over my chest.

“Ohhh. How did she get the injury? Didn’t you say she was perfectly fine and still fast asleep when you left home this morning?”

I shook my head with a small twitch of my hand which was laying on my suit pants. “She was. She was. But she was at the very edge of the bed when I got out of bed this morning, and when I went to gym and later went to get ready and shit before finally leaving for work.”

“She was in one position the whole time?” James asked and I nodded my head with a small snort sliding out my nose and mouth.

“I know, right? In the same spot. I wanted to put her in the middle of the bed or wake her up and ask her to move away from the very edge of the bed, but I didn’t want to disturb her because she looked so peacefully sleeping there and clutching on the blankets, and also because she didn’t get enough sleep throughout the night.

“She didn’t?”

“Mhhm.” I nodded my head absentmindedly, my mind wandering around and finally settling on the way she had shivered slightly at first when my index finger had met with the soft skin on her wrist.

“So y’all finally did it? And here I was thinking you were becoming way softer than I ever expected, not knowing that you had already finally done it with her.” James started to say again and I forced my mind away from the direction it was going to and forced it back here into the present and on what James was saying.

“So how was it?”

“How was what?” I demanded and watched as he sat up and turned around until he was leaning against the locked door on his side of his car and was now fully looking at me this time.

“The sex, obviously. Didn’t the both of you end up doing it last night?”

I shook my head once and tugged on the roots of my curls, “Nah, we didn’t.”

“You didn’t?” James demanded again and I stared at him quietly without saying a thing for a few seconds before finally glancing away from him.

“Then why didn’t she get enough sleep last night, you said so yourself, don’t try to take your world back, fucker.”