All Chapters of Betrothed To The Mafia Lord : Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Luca’s POV A scowl formed on my face as I watched the phone finslly stopped ringing.Why the fuck was she calling me?Why the fuck gave her my number? Or how did she get it?The entire memory of last night back at persona flooded my mind in that moment and I threw my head back to let out a small groan, as regret and so much guilt once again flooded my entire veins.The phone began to ring after about a minute and I swore loudly as I answered the call and pressed it against my ear on confirming that it was indeed Alexa again.“How did you get my number?” I demanded before she could speak, teeth clenched and head pounding.I heard a scoff at the other side of the phone before she let out a small chuckle, I was sure she was also rolling her eyes, right before she spoke.“Relax, Luca.” She murmured, voice soft like she was trying to be persuasive.She had just failed woefully at that, apparently. “Alexa.” I said after that. It was a clear warning, one she didn’t miss.“Well, I’ve

Sofia’s pov I’ve always been curious about Luca’s childhood.I knew he didn’t have a beautiful childhood, because come to think of it; majority of kids who grew up in mafia homes didn’t grow up in a healthy environment, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that he didn’t have a nice childhood.But, I wanted to know about it. I’ve spoken to him about my childhood before, and even though I had been curious about Luca’s own back then, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to ask him about it, because we haven’t been all that close back then.When we had grown closer to one another, the few times I had tried to bring the topic up, he hadn’t really responded well, so I came to the conclusion myself that he probably doesn’t like to talk about his childhood or think about it.Now that Armani was here with us in the house, and today had brought the perfect opportunity forward for me to bring forth this topic. And, surprisingly, he agreed to it.“That’s great then.” I murmured and then I shif

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

Sofia’s pov My heart beat accelerated a thousand folds as I felt Luca’s firm grip around my wrist. His grip made me instantly half in a single spot as I gulped emptily. I glanced up at him after a moment to lock eyes with him, and unsurprisingly, his gaze was way more intense than it was before.I averted my gaze after a moment, feeling like all my feelings were currently being exposed to him. I felt vulnerable in a way, and I hated that feeling so much right now, because I wasn’t sure of what was currently happening between Luca and I, or where I stand in his life.I tried to pull my wrist out of his grip after a few more moments of silence had passed, but his grip was still firm around mine, making me swallow emptily once again.“Um, please let me go.” I mumbled without glancing up at him, not wanting him to see my face because I knew how I tend to reveal everything I was feeling on my face, and I didn’t want to do that right now to avoid feeling more vulnerable that I curren

Luca’s POV I felt like I had gone back in time in a way, since I was doing what I used to before– before Sofia and I had gotten emotionally and physically closer.I was currently hovering over her, watching her as she sleeps.She looked so peaceful right now, with her mouth slightly parted go puff out air every few seconds. The sight made my chest ache.After Sofia fell asleep in the music, I continued to play the piano, because it brought me peace in a way.There was once a time where the piano was one of my outlet, although that changed when Armani left for Los Angeles.More like I sent him to Los Angeles.The fact that my father had somehow found the time to make sure Armani and I learnt how to play a few music instruments amidst the entire Mafia trailing while growing up was crazy to me, but father made it work out in a way, and it did work out.He had claimed he wanted us to master those things, as well as multiple languages in order to be like some sort of jack of all trad