Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 72

Sofia’s POV

I leaned more forward on my seat and started plastering my palm on the side of the cup, loving how the hotness of tne glass up was sinking into the light skin of my palm and sending a tiny zinging feeling into the tip of my fingers.

“Um, Sarah?” I called out slowly and watched as Sarah turned around and stared at me inquiringly. I picked up my cup of coffee and took a large sip first, allowing the hot liquid to scale my tongue even more and slid down my throat, right before I started to speak after placing the cup of coffee on the counter once again.

“Where is Luca?” I asked in a small voice and she answered immediately, not hesitating nor pausing to analyze her answer.

“Oh? He’s in his office.” She replied and I blinked a couple of times, biting on the left side of my lower lip.

“He doesn’t go out on a Sunday?” I asked Sarah once again after a few seconds and watched as Sarah turned around on her seat until she was staring fully at me.

“He does, sometimes. Sometimes, he stays home continuously on Sundays, and sometimes he doesn’t.” Sarah paused and I nodded my head once before picking up my cup of coffee and taking a small sip, cradling the hot cup of coffee in my palms and allowing the hot sides of the cup to burn into my palms.

Sarah then decided to continue, “It totally depends on him, I guess? And how tight his schedule is.”

“Oh.” I echoed softly before nodding my head once and slowly turning around until I was sitting properly oh my seat once again.

“Why? Is there a problem? Or something you’re worried about?” Sarah asked and I quickly turned my head around to shake my head a couple of times at her. “No, no. There’s no problem or a thing I’m worried about. I was just curious, that’s all.”

“Alright, child.” Sarah finally replied after a few seconds and I downed the remaining content of my cup and puffed out a harsh breath from my nostrils.

I reached for my phone and thumbed the screen up in order to check the time. It was currently some minutes before it clocks eleven a.m.

“I made some sauce, Sofia… along with some chicken breasts and some mashed potatoes. Would you like to have some?” Matilda asked from the other side of the kitchen where she was cooking and I pushed tne empty cup away from me before nodding my head at her.

“Yeah, I’ll like some. Thank you.”

Matilda proceeded to checking the food she was preparing over and over again and I moved around from one social media to the other on my phone, noting within myself that I had gotten the hang of making use of this phone so much, immediately after Ryan helped me out and showed me a couple of ways in which I could use making use of the phone.

Which reminded me… I needed to thank Ryan today!

I placed the phone on the counter and folded my arms on the top of the counter before glancing sideways at Sarah. After contemplating it in my head for a couple of seconds, I decided to ask Matilda instead.

“Matilda?” I called out and watched as Matilda craned her head around until she was staring at me.

“Yes Sofia?”

“Have you seen Ryan and Ethan today?”

Mstdq nodded her head a couple of times before breaking eye contact with me and glancing back towards the pot of sauce she had been stirring before I had called out her name. I watched as she stirred the content in the pot a few more times before reaching downwards and turning the cooker off.

She turned back around until she was staring back at me, right before she began to talk. “Well, you know they won’t be coming in here today and might only get to come once, just to walk around the house and ensure that it was empty… because the boss is around and whenever he was around, there was no need for any guard to stand around with us in the house. Mr Ricci can protect us just fine.” Matilda informed me and I sanked more firmly into my chair, watching her with rapt attention and nodding my head immediately after.

“Oh.” I said after a few seconds, and now, Matilda was back to dishing food into plates and carrying it over to the dining table.

I lifted my left fingers and ran them through my curls, liking how they were tangles free and were moving through my fingers without any kind of stress. We moved over to the dining area once the table got completely set and Matilda finally announced that the breakfast was already laid out. I sank into the chair I usually sit on each time we get to eat together bere and we all dug into our food after a little while. The soft potatoes melted on my tongue immediately and along with the sauce, it slid down my throat immediately.