The Mafia's Klepto Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

ELENA'S POV I heard muttering.“No…” the muttering was close to me.I froze and remembered that I was in Luca's room.Stirring in bed, I realized his arms were holding me tight and his face was nuzzled into my hair.“Luca…?” I whispered in the dark as I tried to stand up but his strong arms didn't move.He was having a nightmare.“No…” his breathing had become shallow and he was squeezing me tighter.“I didn't do it…” he whispered, his voice stressed as he mumbled a few things.I quickly twisted myself out of his grip and he rolled over to his side and his face squeezed in pure distress as his head lolled from side to side.I was confused, I had never been in this position and I had no idea what to do. I cursed and tapped him gently “Luca?” I whispered, my palms sweaty.He stirred but didn't wake up, his face squeezing up “Luca!” My voice gained tempo as I hit him lightly on his arm.He didn't even flinch and it seemed like it was getting worse by the way his breathing quickened an

ELENA'S POV His face betrayed no emotion as I walked out on him.As I entered my room to quickly brush and take a shower, I knew one thing already.This was stupid.This little game that we were playing was purely stupid but he was the one who was giving me a green light sometimes and then giving me a red light later.It was annoying and I wanted to scream at him, to tell him that if we at least wanted this fake relationship to work out then we would have to know how to get used to the other person. We needed to connect on a deeper level if we were going to fake this marriage perfectly but he was a mystery that refused to be solved.I deliberately took my time to get ready as I sat in front of the mirror, slowly dragging the comb through my hair after blow-drying it. My mind wandered back to this morning when he had that nightmare. He was scared of something, traumatized and as I remembered what he was muttering about, I realized that he must have been accused of doing something he

LUCA'S POVThose eyes. Those brown eyes that stared up at me when I asked her if she trusted me. She could be a goddamn good actress or she could have really meant what she said. I had given her reason to trust me but I didn't want her to. I needed her to understand that I wasn't the type of person she could trust. I had told her but even I could not stay away from her.She was tapping her feet nervously against the floor and I gently placed a hand on her leg, she flinched and looked at me with a confused look in her eyes.“Calm down” I muttered to her.She huffed and looked back at Doctor Giovanni who was still checking some files on his table while humming to himself.At last, he looked back at her and smiled. “Yes, Elena. Sorry for the waiting, I was just checking a few things to see if they correspond” He apologized.She nodded, her hands knitting on her pleated skirt.As she was staring at him and waiting for him to begin, my eyes wandered all over her slim petite body. Beautiful

ELENA'S POV I didn't know what to expect from a club like this, I mean I probably expected the same scenario as the one in Enrico's club but it definitely didn't prepare me for the sight again.Neon lights painted the room and stripping poles complete with sexy beautiful women dancing about it while shaking their bodies seductively“Wow,” I muttered, taking in the sight before me.Luca beside me, engulfed my hand in his large palm, his thumb stroking the back of my hand.“Do you want something to drink?” He asked.“No, you still didn't tell me why we're here” I whispered, noticing a group of men in suits who were gawking at a tall curvy stripper before they noticed us and began to walk over to us.“What? Are you scared? Don't worry, I'm just here to meet a couple of my business partners, nothing much” he assured, his blue eyes dimmed as he noticed the men coming over to us.“And it had to be in a club and this type of club?!” I whisper yelled at him.He looked at me and smiled. “The

ELENA'S POV As soon as we got back to the mansion, I stumbled inside, my heels aching and I fell back on the sofa sighing.“Give me a heads up next time”, I muttered, kicking my heels off and nursing my aching ankles.Luca who was toying with his tie looked at me and frowned. “Is something wrong?” He asked.I looked down at my feet and then at him. “My feet are killing me”He immediately walked over to me, his each stride towards me making my heart pound a bit faster as I remembered Henry's words.“Where does it hurt? Your toes or your heel?” He asked and the man freaking got on his knees and raised my leg, his rough hands a sharp contrast to my smooth skin.“Heels…” I managed to mutter.He slowly let go of the leg and scratched his neck sheepishly. “Will an ice bag help?” He asked.My eyes widened and I looked at him in shock. “Did you just say an ice bag? That does not help me at all. I'll be left cold and shivering. I'm very sensitive to cold, you know?” I muttered, using my hands