Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 38

Luca’s POV

Picking up my suit jacket and phone from the counter and the chair beside the one I was sitting on, a moment ago, I draped the jacket against my shoulder as I made my way out of the empty kitchen. I paused beside the entrance of the kitchen and switched off the light before heading straight for the stairs. The pounding in my head was thankfully starting to decrease, which was why I didn’t feel a lot of pain echoing in my head as I climbed my way up the stairs that would lead me to the second floor of the house.

I paused outside the door of the bedroom and waited a few minutes. A quick glance at the screen of my phone showed that the time was some minutes past twelve a.m in the morning. I pulled on the door knob and pushed the door open before letting myself in and pushing the door shut behind me. The main lights in here were turned off and only the low dim led lights were turned on, casting a shadowy look upon the quiet room. I flicked the lights on and glanced towards the bed in the center of the room to find Sofia staring wide eyed at me, from her position on her side of the bed with her body tucked into the blankets, leaving her head and arm outside of it.

“You awake?” I asked softly while still staring at her and watched as she blinked once before letting her tongue slide out to swipe over her lower lip slowly, leaving it glistening and shiny— before she nodded her head a couple of times in reply to my question.

I glanced away from her and puffed out a deep breath, I could have gone through the whole night perfectly without having to see that right now.

I didn’t think she was asleep when I came in, she was most definitely still awake. I know this because the amount of times I’ve spent sharing this room with her, made me understand the fact that she was a heavy sleeper and has never ever come awake each time I open the bedroom’s door in the midnight, she was most definitely still awake before and had been busy doing something on her phone or just staying up and thinking.

I made my way towards my side of the bed and paused once I got to that part: I sank unto the bed and cradled my head in my hands with my elbows suppositing my head up by placing its arm strongly on my thighs. My head was starting to pound again and I was seriously contemplating not taking a shower tonight and just going to sleep this way.

If it wasn’t for the fact that a cold shower was most definitely going to help me with the pains in the sore muscles around my body, and that it was going to make me feel fresher and stronger by giving it to me full force.

I tugged my suit jacket that was hanging on my shoulder and dropped it on the floor, beside the bed. I unbuttoned the rest of the buttons of my shirt before shoving it off and placing it on the piece of cloth which I had already placed there. I was feeling tired as fuck and I slowly massaged my fingers against my eyes.

I pushed myself to my feet tiredly and placed my phone on the bed side table before starting to unbuckle my pants belt, once I was done, I started to shove the annoying piece of clothing down before remembering that I wasn’t the only one making use of the room anymore and that it was now for Sofia and I, Sofia who was still very much awake when I came into the bedroom, minutes ago.

I held onto one side of my belt and glanced behind me to find Sofia watching me, she dragged her eyes away immediately, our eyes locked and stared hard at her good arm which was on top of the blanket. With a small shake of my head, I removed my gun from the top of my pants and placed it on the side table beside my phone, once I was done with that, I pushed my hair out of my face and bent down to pick up my pieces of discarded clothes before making my way into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.

Refusing to think about what Sofia might be wearing underneath her nightwear– which I didn’t really see much of, I shoved my pants off in the privacy of the bathroom and headed straight into the showers.

The cold water came out with full force, hitting my back in harsh sprays and digging into those muscles on my shoulders and upper back immediately. I groaned quietly and allowed my head to drop sideways in order to allow the water to do its job of smoothing out some of the pain away from my sore muscles for tonight at least.

After a few minutes of me standing still in the showers as the water did its thing, I soaped up my body and washed my hair with its soap as well. Once I was done, the water rinsed the soap off my body and out of my hair, leaving me clean and my muscles feeling less sore than it was when I made my way into the bathroom, minutes ago.

Toweling myself dry with a white fluffy towel, I squeezed the water out of my hair with a different, smaller towel and left it on my head in order for it to keep on sucking out the water still clinging to the different strands of my hair.

I glanced sideways, looking directly into the mirror in the bathroom.

I looked dead.

With a small sigh leaving my partned lips, I reached up to the towel on my head and used it to massage the roots of my head thoroughly. Sleeping with wet hair wasn’t cool because you’d wake up with your pillows wet or cold and that shit wasn’t my thing one bit.