Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 55

Luca’s POV

Dressing in casual clothes was hard as hell for me, because being in a suit alone brings a particular kind of aura around you which a casual looking jeans and a flannel shirt wouldn’t be able to bring around you. Dressing in suits had always been like a super power for me, right from after I got ordained to be the new mafia lord after my father, and after I had to officially take over from my father after he had gotten killed.

I wasn’t completely prepared to because a leader of a counter like this and to keep on walking in the footsteps of evil and greed which my father had laid out for me the way his father had did the same for him, but being left with no choice, I had to take the title and position and start leading the people forward from where my father had stopped. I knew a lot of people were not going to give me the due respect they were supposed to give me, because of my young age and because of how everyone in rankings back then were older than I was.

And so I had picked out best suits each day, attending mafia related meetings and attending lots of coronations ceremonies, my suit clinging to my body and giving me a kind of respect. I knew the suit, along with my blank face and smartness, was fetching me.

And so, they all grew to respect me as the time went by, but by then, I was already used to wearing different brands of suits seven times a week if the week was fully booked for me with meetings, appointments, discussions and gatherings.

I got into a dark colored suit, but the black color wasn’t as dark as a normal black colored suit was supposed to look like. This right here which I was currently plucking off its hanger was in a lighter black color, and I had picked a black colored undershirt to wear along with it, and a black colored tie and shoes.

If you haven’t guessed yet, I was a huge fan of black. It was my favorite color because it somehow represents what I was and who I was. It represents the kind of world I was living in and the kind of person I was.

I wasn’t a good person. I was a bad person.

So, black. Dark. Darkness.

Granted, yes, I wasn’t as bad as others. But I wasn’t not bad either.

It was so fucked up to think about sometimes.

If someone killed his friends while his brother stands by and watched, the person who had performed the killing and the person who had only stood and watched without doing thing to stop the killing and had instead turned a blind eye to it, are both going to get arrested— and her both guilty for the same thing, murder.

There was no such thing as ‘I wasn’t as bad as him, I had only watched without doing a thing’. It’s still the same thing.

That was the same thing that was happening in my life with the whole mafia.

They were doing their own thing. Their own bad, bad things which I couldn’t pretend to not know about. But what do I do about it? Turn a blind eye to it, of course.

You wouldn’t want me to appear weak and pathetic to them, now would you?

And where has it ever been heard in that someone who’s the lord of a mafia is suddenly acting all holy and innocent while trying to change the ways of his people which his forefathers had set down for him— the evil, selfish and greedy part, which the mafia lord himself, along with his people, are supposed to follow in.

I was also going to lose my position as the mafia lord— not that cared so much about it, in the first place.

But, it’s just way deeper than this… than all these.

I shoved my foot each into the legs of the suit pants before adding in a belt and doing it up against my waist, my zip following up immediately. I shrugged into the black inner shirt immediately, doing up the buttons and leaving the first two buttons open because I was still feeling feverish and I wouldn’t like to sweat through my inner shirt throughout the whole of today.

I had never been a fan of singlets inside of inner shirts before wearing the suit jacket— for someone that sweats a lot like me, that was a huge no for me.

I picked up the suit jacket and pulled it over my arms, doing up the three buttons and running my fingers through my hair a little as I stared at my reflection in the mirror against the dressing table in the walk-in closet where I was currently getting dressed, like I do everyday.