Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 308

Sofia’s pov

When Ryan informed me that he and Ethan were in trouble and had a lot of answering to do the master for letting his wife out of the house without any kind of protection, made it more real to me that this was indeed happening, and that it wasn’t any sort of weird dream.

Despite how much I had tried not to cry, I spent almost all the time on our way home in tears. Ethan ride separately in the car he and Ryan had ridden in to come pick me up, while Ryan drove the one I wa currently in. Because Ryan felt like I was dehydrated, he offered me some water before he had began to drive and kept on unstinting until I had drank a little of the water. But at this point, it felt like I had managed to cry out all the water inside of me, including the one I had taken in some time ago.

Because I needed some kind of resssursnce, even though I knew damn well that Ryan was just as clueless as I was on it Armani was going to be okay, and still went ahead and asked him the question. Ryan, on sensing my need for any kind of reassurance right in that moment, hummed in response as he spoke. “He’s going to be fine. The master is going to find him really soon and rescue him.”

I knew that was pretty impossible because this wasn’t fictional and was real as it could ever get, for one. Coupled with the fact that there was just no way it was going to be that easy to find him. But it didn’t still stop me from grasping unto Ryan’s response and desperately hoping that he’d end up being right at the end of everything.

When we arrived home, I thankfully wasn’t crying any longer, but I didn’t need to check a mirror to realize that my eyes was most definitely swollen as hell right now. My head was pounding really hard as I robotically made my way out of the car as soon as it got pulled open, straight into the house. Luca wasn’t home yet but I knew he wasn’t fine behind. I collapsed into one of the couches and began to sob once again, because I didn’t know what else to do, and turning back time was literally impossible.

If I could go back in time and relive today, I was going to live it the right way, like I knew damn well that I was supposed to. I had just wanted to be able to hang out with Armani without the presence of the guards lingering around us, that was literally the only thing I had wanted from the very start.

The sound of the door opening made me swallow my sob and instantly dab my eyes, and I was on my feet in an instant, dreading what Luca’s reaction was going to be. He looked very stressed when he made his way into the sitting room, he also looked very angry, and also disappointed. I wish there was a way I could hug him, because his hugs were the very best, but I knew that was pretty impossible right now.

Luca finally began to speak, and I just couldn’t help it, tears began to fall down my eyes as his angry voices echoed around me. I squeezed my eyes shut, instinctively waiting for him to hit or slap me, or to shove me into the ground– waiting for him to do anything other than to regard me with emotions in his eyes that was breaking my heart into a thousand pieces.