Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 356

Luca’s POV

My heart thudded further as the car drew closer to the house.

Never have I felt this much guilt in my life.

I wasn’t even sure if I’ve ever felt like this before. I mean, I’ve never been in a situation like this before whereby I had someone I really cared about and wouldn’t want to hurt like I do right now.

How the entire thing had happened had occurred so abruptly, that I didn’t get to really process it until it had finished.

A text came in from James at that moment.

James; Are you going to tell her about it?

I blinked at the text message. The first thing that came to mind was ‘no’.

Of course I wasn’t going to tell her about it.

How would I even do it? I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to stomach hurting her that way.

I exhaled deeply as I typed in a response to James.

Luca; Of course not. I can’t do that to her.

I glanced up on noticing the car starting to slow down, pulling up in front of the apartment’s gate.

After a few minutes, the car halted and the door got pulled open. I grasped my suit jacket and slid out of the car, pausing beside the closed car door and inhaling a long breath.

A few thoughts danced around my mind for a few moments right before I glanced at my wrist. It was some minutes past ten p.m.

I slowly began to make my way to the apartment, with my jacket hanging over my left arm.

I got the door open almost immediately, quietly making my way into the house and shutting the door behind me.

Sarah has definitely retired to bed, while Matilda is probably still hanging around the kitchen. Meanwhile Sofia is most definitely still awake, I’m a hundred percent sure she’s yet to have dinner, because she’s waiting for me to return home so we’d eat dinner together.

A stabbing feeling pierced my heart at that thought.

I toed off my shoes and made my way deeper into the house, pausing at the entrance of the sitting room.

Sofia was in here, folded into a little ball at the far end of the long couch, watching a Netflix show and cuddling a fluffy pillow to herself.

Watching her right now made my heart ache even more, and I hated myself even more for that.

I really shouldn’t have slept with Alexa.

Fuck my life.

Taking a single step into the room was all it took to alert Sofia, and she jolted, whirling around on the couch to glance at the entrance of the sitting room.

It doesn’t matter how long I’ve arrived home late when she’d be lost in a movie or some random show, my presence always manage to startle her at first, which I usually find really endearing.