Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 36

Luca’s POV

“Have you been disrespecting my wife all these while… because she’s quite younger than you?”

I demanded in a quiet voice, purposely making use of the word ‘quite’ despite the fact that she was way younger than Sofia.

But she has never, ever mattered here in the mafia. It doesn't matter how old you are and how old the rest of the people are. Once you are in a spot or position that demands people to automatically give you respect, then that’s what they were supposed to give you without any questions or hesitations.

“What? No sir, it isn’t as it seemed. I never intended for it to come off as disrespectful.” She started explaining herself immediately, and I could see the fear surrounding her whole body language.

Like I could even do a thing to her… if she hadn’t been disrespecting Sofia all these while, that is.

“I only asked if you’ve been disrespecting her, that’s all.” I rephrased calmly and watched her eyes widened fearfully once again.

“I haven’t.” She replied and I nodded my head before inquiring, “Why did you sound guilty back then?”

“Oh, that.” She said as she rubbed her palms which I had a feeling we’re wet with sweat, against the material of the dress she had on.

“It’s because,” She paused and swallowed before continuing after a few seconds, “It’s because Mrs Ricci had insisted on us referring to her as her first name, ever since the first day we got introduced to each other.” Matilda explained and I stared at her quietly without saying a thing at first.

“She did?” I inquired and she nodded her head immediately.

“Yes, she did. I insisted at first, I told her it was disrespectful for us to refer to her in such an informal manner but she had insisted and insisted, until I had no choice but to give in.” She explained and paused to drag in a slow breath before continuing again, “I’m so sorry if that had offered you, like I predicted. I’ll go back to referring to her the right way and inform her about how you weren’t pleased about it, like I had told her at first –“ she continued before suddenly pausing in the middle of what she was saying when I raised my hand up.

“Since she asked you to refer to her that way, then it’s alright.” I finally said and watched as she blinked as if she hadn’t gotten what I said at firstly.

“Are you sure, sir?” She asked and nodded her head a few seconds later when I didn’t reply to her and instead continued to stare at her.

“When did you all finish having dinner?” I asked as I dug my phone out from my pocket and turned my data on instantly to watch as multiple notifications flooded my phone immediately. I was hoping it would have been really long since they had dinner, that way, Sofia would have been hopefully asleep before I made my way into our bedroom.

“Not too long away.” She replied immediately, “Would you like me to fetch Sarah for you?” She asked almost immediately and I was glad she wasn’t still shaking in unnecessary fear, moments ago.

“No, there’s no need for that.”

“I’ll need you to help me make something I can have for dinner though.” I started to say once again and watched as Matilda nodded her head immediately, appearing almost too eager to still make something else tonight, like she hasn’t scheduled to do tonight.

“What would you want me to make?” She asked and I shrugged my right shoulder once. “Something really light and quick. I have a very bad headache and want to make use of some drugs once I have what you’re going to be making, so I’ll appreciate it if you whip it up as fast as you can.”

She nodded her head and was already cracking eggs into the mixing machine before I was done.

I got on one of the chairs in the kitchen against the counter and shrugged out of my suit jacket. I discarded it on the chair beside me and proceeded to unbutton the first five buttons of my shirt. Once it felt like I could drag in more deep breaths without my suit buttons dragging and scratching against the line in the middle of my chest and abs.

A couple of texts had arrived from James when I picked my phone back up from the counter and started going through the notifications.

James: Yo fucker.

James: You home yet?

James: Text me when you finally get home.

And then, thirty minutes later.

James: You bastard, you’re currently online without checking my texts?!

James: I’m beating your ass up tomorrow whenever you see tomorrow.

I snorted as I started typing out a reply for his over dramatic self.

Luca: You know you cannot win me in a hand to hand fight.

James: Bullshit, I’ve gotten countless more training just because of that. I’m definitely beating your ass up tomorrow, you little wife wouldn’t be able to recognize you once I’m done with you.

I barked out a small laugh as my eyes quickly ghosted over his text.

Luca: Shut the hell up, James. Also I am not sure if I’ll be coming to work tomorrow.

I sent in my reply and reached behind my head to caress my neck, a few feet away from the spot behind my hair. My muscles hurt.

My whole muscles.

It hurts everywhere.

I think I might seriously need a full body massage at this point, with how the pains and cracks in different parts of my muscles were only getting worse, day after day.

The smell of what Matilda was preparing wafted into my nose and I breathed in the scent of the food without thinking right before my phone dinged on the counter.

It was a text message from James, and more notifications pop ups from a couple of apps which I haven’t opened throughout the whole of today.

James: What? Why?

I typed back a reply immediately, feeling the pounding in my head increase a little bit.