Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 51

Luca’s POV

My eyes locked with Sofia’s the very second after I had inserted my head in through the doorway and I

watched as her widened a little in shock. The only thing I allowed my eyes to notice was the way her

hair framed her face and how the white skirt she had on this morning had ridden upwards on the couch,

revealing more skin than it had done this morning.

I turned around and exited the doorway, breaking eye contact with her immediately and making my way

deeper into the house while trying not to fall on my face due to how tired and drained out I was feeling.

I climbed up the stairs with my hands gripping unto the banister of the stair case ever so tightly as I

climbed each stair carefully to avoid my eyes from spinning the way it had started to feel like it was

about to start spinning, the moment after I have made my way through the house door.

I got to the top of the stairs and decided against going into the bedroom Sofia and I shared at the last

moment and instead settled for my office – which was located downstairs, which means I’d have to

climb down the stairs once again just to get there and I wasn’t sure I could make it there successfully.

With that in mind, I decided to finally go into my bedroom and I was pushing the door open in the next

minute, carefully letting myself in and shutting the door quietly beside me.

The first thing I did once I got into the room was to switch the bright white lights for slightly dim ones.

Once I was still able to see around the room without my eyes feeling like it was being stabbed with light

sticks, I got out of my suit jacket and discerned the piece of material on the floor. I unbuttoned my inner

shirt, my hands started to shake a little as I got each button open before moving to the next at a really

slow pace. Once I was done, I untucked the shirt and shrugged out of it before discarding it on the floor

as well.

The first thing I did after getting my body from the waist up, bare, was to tug out the two guns which

were tucked inside the sides of my suit pants and carefully placing them carefully on the bed side table.

I picked up my suit jacket and tugged out a pocket knife from the insides of the dark jacket before

placing it on the bedside table alongside the black guns.

I slowly sat on the bed, panting hard as I allowed the cold atmosphere of the bedroom stifle my whole

body up, sweat was dripping off my body despite the fact that I was inside a cold temperature room and

had been in a cold car as well, while returning back from the hospital. I reached up with my left hand

and pushed the curls away from my forehead which were already matted on there, due to the amount

of sweat that was dripping off my forehead and sliding down my face and neck.

The hand which had brushed my hair off my wet forehead got met with scorching hot and wet skin. I

pressed my palm flat against my forehead and agreed with myself that my forehead was indeed

burning up. A few seconds later, I winced when my head chose that particular moment to start

pounding heavily against the insides of my forehead, making me wince as the vibrations in my head

increased, making me groan out lightly while wincing and scrunching my face up in pain once again.

Knowing I had to take care of myself for me to start feeling better as soon as possible, and also

because I couldn’t afford to be sick at this particular moment— for the sake of Aria, at least. I shook my

head out of my face, trying to ignore the way my head started to throb slightly as I dug out my phone

from my pants and sent a quick text to Sarah, informing her about the whole sickness and some other

new symptoms that wasn’t visible yet when i had left home to go get Aria, this early afternoon.

I threw my phone on the space beside me on the bed as I carefully laid on the bed with my legs still on

the floor. I allowed my eyes to slide close, while also willing the whole tiredness I was feeling to go

away. My stomach also felt like a thousand tiny nails were being used to pierce different invisible holes

into it, which hurt as hell, increasing the uncomfortable knot in my stomach to tighten up even more.

My phone pinged beside me, the sign of an incoming message. I ignored it and didn’t bother blinking

my eyes open. I remained in that same position until I hear a quiet knock on the bedroom door.

My brain felt a little bit sluggish and it was taking me a little longer than necessary to blink my eyes

open and make my mouth work the normal way it used to, before I interned in a low voice when the

unknown person started to knock all over again.

“Come in.” I utter in a voice that sounded really low and quiet to my own ears even.

The door got pushed open after a few more seconds and I slowly blinked my eyes open, feeling like

some part of my body was starting to go numb as my eyes settled on the small but wild frame of the

house help, Sarah.

She closed the door quietly behind her as she made her way into the bedroom and finally came to

stand beside the bed and stand beside me.

“Oh my, Luca… you look really awful.” She whispered as she slowly sank into a spot beside where I

was currently lying in on the bed, and I couldn’t agree more even though I couldn’t see my face right

now, I feel very much awful.

“How are you feeling?” She asked and I forced my eyes open– a set of eyes which I didn’t realized had

slid shu again, until this moment.

“Like shit.” I croaked out and winced when my head started throbbing against the sides of my head

again.

“Have you had something to eat? If you have, then I’ll just go get you some drugs to make use of.”

Sarah started to say again but I started to push myself up into a sitting position, my sore muscles,

throbbing head and burning up head protesting all at once but I ignored everything and sat up, a small

groan and huff slipping out of my lips.

“No, I haven’t eaten anything yet.” I informed her and she started to speak again, obviously not

understanding what I was trying to say.

“Oh, you haven’t had dinner yet? Matilda is throwing something together and I can —”

“I haven’t eaten yet today.” I cut into what Sarah had started to say again and stared at her as she

blinked at me before her mouth fell open in shock.

“Why? I remember you ignoring your already prepared coffee and leaving the house on an empty

stomach.” She cried out and I breathed out a loud, slow sigh without saying a thing, my head pounding

in a really uncomfortable way.

“I don’t want to eat anything tonight, just fetch me the damn drugs so I could make use of them and get

some much needed sleep.” I said to her and watched as she started to shake her head in

disagreement immediately.

“That sounds like a huge disaster. I am sorry I won’t be able to give you some medicine tablets without

you getting a little food into your stomach at least.” She paused and I scowled at her, wondering why

she was going all mother hen mode on me all of a sudden and feeling a warm throb in a certain part of

my chest.

Not like I find it really endearing or anything.

Because I didn’t.

“I cannot stomach anything at the moment, it is going to come back out.” I argued, feeling like my head

was getting stuffy and clouded along with the headache that was getting intense as each minute went

by.

“”You’re going to have to try, even if it’s only a little bit of food and lots of water.” She continued before

standing on her feet and off the bed. I stared at her hand as it came forward, past my eyes which were

starting to slide shut against my own will once again – to rest ever so lightly over my forehead.

“You’re burning up, it seems like you’ve caught a fever, although I am not completely sure about it yet.”

She murmured as she pressed her palm more firmly against my forehead and moved it upwards until

she was brushing the small curls at one edged side of my forehead and pushing it backwards.

The whole feeling of her fingers touching my hair in wa way that was almost affectionate was making a

weird feeling take place in my stomach, a kind of feeling which was extremely foreign to me seeing as

I’ve never felt that kind of feeling before.

I moved my head sideways and she pulled her hand away from my forehead immediately, taking a step

back and rubbing her palms together against themselves.

“I am going to be back in a few minutes with the food and your medications.” She started to say and I

nodded my head as I started to lie back down on the bed until her voice sounded in the room again,

which made me force my eyes open to stare at her.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Mr Ricci. I don’t know how I am going to wake you up or get you to eat your

food and make use of your drugs with sleep clouding your eyes and head if you do fall asleep on me,”

She started to say with a small laugh and I fought the urge to scowl at her, the last thing on my mind

was to joke around and I was in a very sore mood, with most of what was happening around me.

“I could get Sofia to help in getting you awake and getting you to eat, but—“ Sarah started to say again

and I raised a hand up, not knowing where the strength to do that in such a quick second— had come

from before I said slowly, my eyes which had slid close, slided open at that moment.

“Don’t get Sofia, don’t tell her a thing about how I am fairing either… leave her to whatever it was that

she was seeing on the television, in the sitting room tonight.”

“Oh, alright.” Sarah replied immediately as she turned around and thankfully exited my bedroom this

time, shutting the door quietly behind her.

I sighed and moved my head a little in the bed, not wanting a sharp jolt of pain to flow through it

unexpectedly.

My phone started to ring but I ignored it, leaving it to ring and ring until it finally stopped ringing

because I felt too weak to reach my hand out and check who it was that was calling, or to silence the

phone at least.

It started to ring again after a few minutes of blissful silence while I dragged in deep breaths of the cold

air in the room, right before my phone started to ring once again, to my utmost displeasure.

I lifted up a little from my position on the bed and stretched my hand out until I was touching the phone

before moving it towards me with the tip of my fingers and finally being able to wrap my fingers around

it– which I did, and the first thing I did was to press on the volume button on the side of the phone

which automatically silenced the phone which was still ringing.

A quick glance at the screen of the phone showed that it was James.

A part of me wanted to ignore the call because I was honestly in such a shitty mood and felt too tired to

even try to hold a steady conversation with someone at this very moment, but James had been trying

to reach me since morning and I hadn’t replied to any of his texts.

I was a hundred percent sure he was already starting to get worried at this point and would most

definitely end up coming here tonight if he still won’t be able to speak with me or hear anything from me

tonight.

With that, I blindly clicked on the accept button and placed the phone against my ear.

“Hey, fucker.”