Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 365

Sofia’s pov

I knew it was dangerous.

From the few times I’ve seen Luca in action, compared with all what I’ve heard about him even before I got married to him, I knew he wasn’t to be joked with.

Even though I only wanted to be friends with Ryan because I really want to have more friends apart from Kayla– I knew Luca was going to lose his shit on realizing that I had been getting closer to Ryan, that I was supposed to.

Or, perhaps, he might be understanding about it because everyone needs a friend in their lives at some point, right?

He might ignore us being friends, but would he ignore the fact that Ryan and I now hold hands?

I really don’t see anything in that gesture. That gesture is physical proof of how far we’ve both come together in our friendship, it doesn’t have to mean anything more.

That’s what happens in a lot of platonic relationships.

And it’s only hand holding, not like we were doing something else.

When Ryan had come to me this early evening to ask if I’d like to go on a walk once again, I had instantly agreed. I had been in a pair of loose shorts and one of Luca’s shirts, but because of how cool the evening breeze had been, I pulled off my shirt at some point during the walk, since I had on a pair of sleeveless crop top underneath it.

The walk was way pleasant than it had been yesterday, and I noticed that Ryan said a lot more than he did yesterday.

From the entire time spent around Ryan since the time I got married to Luca, I’ve come to understand a few things about him.

One, he needed to be completely comfortable around someone before he loosen up.

If he isn’t comfortable around someone, he’d wear a stony expression on his face almost everytime.

He’d only start to talk more, or initiate conversations if he was comfortable around the person.

He’d be very reserved around the person If he was still comfortable around the person.

And last but definitely not the least, he’d never reveal his smile around someone unless he felt really comfortable around the person.

The fact that he was now doing all of the above things with me now – things he’d never do with me before, was making me so damn happy.

I hated to admit it, but I was kind of looking forward to our walk tomorrow evening. He informed me that he liked the walks as well and that it helped him let go of his worries and just be in the moment. That confession was enough to make me coo, and it also made me feel like a really good friend since I now apparently have a positive effect on him.

I was currently seated on one of the couches in the sitting room, waiting for Luca, as usual.

It was already a routine. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to break out from it, and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to do that.

After seeing how dangerous and life threatening any situation about the mafia could get back in New York, I could never stomach eating dinner without seeing him and confirming that he was okay.

Armani had left the house after he had gotten that call in the afternoon when he had been in the art room, with some guards, of course– and when he returned, he said he had already had dinner and went up to his room almost immediately.

The television was currently turned on and a kdrama was playing but I wasn’t paying attention to the series, with my thoughts being all over the places, it was hard to focus on a particular thing.

I shifted a little on the couch and tugged my legs beneath my weight some more. I had a blanket with me tonight which was draped over my body.

I was bored, and thinking way too much.

Ryan was only a call away, all I had to do was to have Matilda go fetch him and he’d be here, keeping me company and stopping me from thinking too much.

But, I couldn’t do that, because Luca would be here anytime soon, and I wasn’t sure he’d like to come home to Ryan and I sitting with each other, lost in a conversation.

I was very sure Ryan himself wouldn’t even accept a seat here in the sitting room, especially at this time of the night.

I puffed out a deep breath and tried to focus on the series, but after a few minutes, my attention shifted to something else entirely.

My nineteenth birthday.

Was I looking forward to it? Absolutely.

I really couldn’t wait for it to come. It was a few months away, and I was very eager for it to finally arrive.

Luca had said he wasn’t to go all the way with me until I clock nineteen.

Hence the main reason as to why I was looking forward to my birthday.

I let my mind wander further.

For the past few days, Luca haven’t really touched me.

Not like he wasn’t physically touching me any longer, because he still give me forehead kisses and hugs sometimes, but that wasn’t the normality between Luca and I.

Which is enough reason for me to worry over.

Why had he suddenly decided not to touch me any longer?

I’ve asked myself this question a few times, and I never have answers to the question everytime.

Perhaps it’s the stress from work and nothing for me to be worried about.

I said to myself like I’ve been doing since the moment I had began to pounder on this same topic. as I tried for the uptenth time to try to focus on the kdrama.

I ended up changing couches because I wanted to stretch my legs out, tugging the thick blanket over my body.

A fleeting feeling of loneliness engulfed me but I was quick to shove it away, sinking deeper into the fluffy, warm blanket while the sound from the kdrama filled up the sitting room.

A few hours passed by before Luca finally showed up. My heart Instantly flew into my throat as I whirled around on the couch to stare at him.