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Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 392

Luca’s POV

I would be lying if I dare claim to be surprised after waking up with tiredness weighing down my muscles really heavily, seeing as I had only gone to sleep late into the night and early morning.

It was a Sunday morning, which I was really glad about, bed that way, I didn’t have to actually leave the house today.

After the drama that had broken out between Sofia and I last night, I’m very sure I wouldn’t be in the mood to leave the house today.

In all honesty, I just want to end this whole thing with her so we’d be able to go back to being how we used to be before.

I let out a small sigh and tugged on the roots of my hair as I slowly sat on on the bed. Even before I glanced at the space beside me on the bed, I could already tell that Sofia wasn’t in bed with me any longer.

I briefly wonder what her reaction had been after she woke up to see me laying in bed.

Had she been pleased by that? Or annoyed? Or irritated?

When I had made my way up here at around 3 a.m. in the morning, which was some hours back, the dried up streaks of tears visible on her cheeks after I had slid into the sheets, had shattered my heart instantly. It had made me feel even worse than I had been feeling in that moment, and it made me think hard on what to actually go before i had finally falien asleep.

The reason why I had made myself still go sleep in the bedroom with Sofia despite the guilt and pain I had been feeling, had been because I hadn’t wanted her to wake up in the morning in an empty bed, because I knew that it was only going to make her sadder, which in turn, would make things absolutely worse between us.

I let out another sigh before shaking my head and sliding out of the bed, gorgeorly making my way into the bathroom next.

As I cleaned my teeth, I thought hard about the conclusions I had arrived at last night. I’d have talked them out with James during the middle of the night when I had been up and wallowing in so much guilt, but the fucker hadn’t even responded to my texts. The reason was probably because he was fucking some girl or something, or getting wasted in a club, the answer is definitely one of those options.

One of the answers I had arrived at last night, was that I come out clean to Sofia.

I didn’t dwell on that option for lomg, because I really couldn’t see myself doing that, not just because it’s really embarrassing and mortifing to think about, but because I also knew it was going to shatter Sofia. The trust she has in me had been going really well, and admitting something like that to her was going to completely shatter it, and she’d never see me in the same light that she once used to see me in.

That sucked big time to even think about, which made me not really dwell on that particular option.

The second option I thought about, was coming to terms with what I had done and trying to act like it never happened, which in turn wouldn’t make me feel guilty each time I look at Sofia or attempt to touch her.

The second option sounded really bad to me, because I knew there was no way I’d ever fully forget that, especially seeing as Lola had been around Sofia more than once in only yesterday.

I huffed out a frustrated sigh while brushing my teeth and concentrated on the task at hand, and once I was done, I decided on one option.

Finally.

I ended up deciding on the first option.

Coming out clean to her.

If it breaks the trust she has in me, I’d accept my fate like that.

I thought to myself as I exited the bathroom. Before I decide to find her in order to have that conversation, I decided that I needed to work out a little, in order to get my nerves calmed.

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As I worked out, I decided against my first option.

There was no way I was actually going to do that, I legit couldn’t bring myself to do just that.

As I punched the punching bag continuously, I ended up deciding against doing the first option which I had settled on doing back in the bathroom.

It just wouldn’t make any sense to do that.

I thought to myself as I lost myself to the work out.

Nearing the end of my hour long work out, I came to a final conclusion.

I was going to confess to her, about how I did something bag a needed her forgiveness, bit I wouldn’t be telling her what I actually did.

That sounded more like a sound plan to me, I thought to myself as I exited the gym, heading back to my bedroom.

Sofia wasn’t in there, as expected.

She’s probably hiding away in her painting room.

I thought to myself as I took a quick shower and dressed in a loose pair of sweatpants before exiting the bedroom once again.

I made my way downstairs and all the way to her painting room.

She wasn't in there.

I knocked against the door fountieee times before finally pulling the door open, feeling genuinely surprised to not find her in there.

Where could she be?

I silently asked myself as I existed the room and gently closed the door after me. A quick questions from Matilda revealed that she was upstairs.

Which left me lost, because I had just been coming down from the bedroom and she hadn’t been in there.

I did went upstairs once again, just to be sure that she wasn’t in our bedroom, and she really wasn’t in there.

I racked my brain for a few moments before finally walking down the hall and knocking on Armani’s door.

Perhaps he had seen Sofia this morning. I thought to myself as I patiently waited for him to answer the door.

Not getting a response after a few moments, I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The eight that greeted me completely caught me off guard.

Armani was in a deep embrace, right there at the edge of his bed, with no one but Sofia.

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