Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 55

Luca’s POV

Dressing in casual clothes was hard as hell for me, because being in a suit alone brings a particular

kind of aura around you which a casual looking jeans and a flannel shirt wouldn’t be able to bring

around you. Dressing in suits had always been like a super power for me, right from after I got ordained

to be the new mafia lord after my father, and after I had to officially take over from my father after he

had gotten killed.

I wasn’t completely prepared to because a leader of a counter like this and to keep on walking in the

footsteps of evil and greed which my father had laid out for me the way his father had did the same for

him, but being left with no choice, I had to take the title and position and start leading the people

forward from where my father had stopped. I knew a lot of people were not going to give me the due

respect they were supposed to give me, because of my young age and because of how everyone in

rankings back then were older than I was.

And so I had picked out best suits each day, attending mafia related meetings and attending lots of

coronations ceremonies, my suit clinging to my body and giving me a kind of respect. I knew the suit,

along with my blank face and smartness, was fetching me.

And so, they all grew to respect me as the time went by, but by then, I was already used to wearing Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

different brands of suits seven times a week if the week was fully booked for me with meetings,

appointments, discussions and gatherings.

I got into a dark colored suit, but the black color wasn’t as dark as a normal black colored suit was

supposed to look like. This right here which I was currently plucking off its hanger was in a lighter black

color, and I had picked a black colored undershirt to wear along with it, and a black colored tie and

shoes.

If you haven’t guessed yet, I was a huge fan of black. It was my favorite color because it somehow

represents what I was and who I was. It represents the kind of world I was living in and the kind of

person I was.

I wasn’t a good person. I was a bad person.

So, black. Dark. Darkness.

Granted, yes, I wasn’t as bad as others. But I wasn’t not bad either.

It was so fucked up to think about sometimes.

If someone killed his friends while his brother stands by and watched, the person who had performed

the killing and the person who had only stood and watched without doing thing to stop the killing and

had instead turned a blind eye to it, are both going to get arrested— and her both guilty for the same

thing, murder.

There was no such thing as ‘I wasn’t as bad as him, I had only watched without doing a thing’. It’s still

the same thing.

That was the same thing that was happening in my life with the whole mafia.

They were doing their own thing. Their own bad, bad things which I couldn’t pretend to not know about.

But what do I do about it? Turn a blind eye to it, of course.

You wouldn’t want me to appear weak and pathetic to them, now would you?

And where has it ever been heard in that someone who’s the lord of a mafia is suddenly acting all holy

and innocent while trying to change the ways of his people which his forefathers had set down for him

— the evil, selfish and greedy part, which the mafia lord himself, along with his people, are supposed to

follow in.

I was also going to lose my position as the mafia lord— not that cared so much about it, in the first

place.

But, it’s just way deeper than this… than all these.

I shoved my foot each into the legs of the suit pants before adding in a belt and doing it up against my

waist, my zip following up immediately. I shrugged into the black inner shirt immediately, doing up the

buttons and leaving the first two buttons open because I was still feeling feverish and I wouldn’t like to

sweat through my inner shirt throughout the whole of today.

I had never been a fan of singlets inside of inner shirts before wearing the suit jacket— for someone

that sweats a lot like me, that was a huge no for me.

I picked up the suit jacket and pulled it over my arms, doing up the three buttons and running my

fingers through my hair a little as I stared at my reflection in the mirror against the dressing table in the

walk-in closet where I was currently getting dressed, like I do everyday.

I ran my comb through my hair, repeating same ritual that I always perform on my hair almost everyday,

slicking it back with oil and picking the curls out with a tiny pin like comb until the curls stood out on my

hair, glistening with the oil I had used in slicking Ynr whole thing back, moments ago. I added gel and

conditioner into the hair and watched as the curls started to froze in place, glistening sexily — just the

way I liked it, as I started to turn around from the dressing table before remembering a tiny but

important detail and turning back around until I was staring back down at the dressing table.

I picked up the bottle of perfume which I had gotten as a gift directly from the company. They had

wanted me to come model their perfume for them but my assistants declined the offer politely the way

they do some other hundreds of brands and companies that had come forward to come express their

want for me to come model a thing for two for them, wanting me to sign a contract with them and other

shits relating to that.

But everything gets declined, because I just wasn’t into it and was way too busy to find time in my tight

as fuck schedules for photoshoots, video shoots, fan meets and the likes. I was also too busy and most

definitely wouldn’t be able to abide by the whole rules and regulations that comes with signing with a

particular brand.

I never bothered with those because I had more than enough money, if I was ever going to be

accepting a job like that, it was going to be because I was probably bored and wanted to test out how it

feels to be the face of a product, that’s all.

I sprayed the perfume around me, the thick and strong scent sticking to my clothes and hair thickly as I

turned around and finally made my way out of the walk-in closet and back into the bedroom.

I picked up my phone and inserted it into my pocket, along with a gun and a pocket knife. I almost

never go anywhere unarmed and it has become close to second nature at this moment. I stood before

the floor length in the bedroom and stared at myself silently, glad that the lotion i had used to massage

my eyes before and after I had taken a shower this morning has made the eye bags that was starting to

grow beneath my eyes to vanish immediately, leaving only a little of it behind, I knew if I mayuse of the

lotion tonight and tomorrow, my eyes would be clear as hell and the eye bags outline would be

completely invincible, the slight puff of the skin beneath my eyes would most definitely return back to

normal.

I made my way out of the bedroom and down the stairs, into the wide hallway downstairs before

heading straight for the kitchen. There, Matilda and Sarah were staring at something cooking on the

stove, huddled together and Speaking quietly. Sarah nudged Matilda a little her elbow and a small

shake of her head after Matilda whispered something and Matilda bursted out laughing, covering her

mouth with her palm to stifle her laughs.

“Sarah?” I said from the doorway and watched as both women turned around immediately and as

expected — Matilda jolted and dropped the spoon she was holding, staining the floor with a little bit of

something that looked like sauce onto the clear tiles of the kitchen floor.

“Matilda!” Sarah admonished and the said Matilda mutter a fast apology towards me and Sarah before

picking up the spoon and placing it into the sink before heading away from where she was standing to

go get what to use to clean the stain away.

Sarah walked towards me and stood a few feet away me, her eyes ghosting over my whole body as if

examining me like I was under a subject she was supposed to study for a test and she was one of the

serious students, hell bent on passing the test with flying colors.

“Did you sleep well, Mr Ricci?” She asked after a few seconds of us staring at each other in silence —

her staring at me like she was checking to see it I had magically sustained an invisible injuries while I

was staring at her flatly, wondering why she was coming onto me with her motherly instinct that would

soon start to make a particular spot in the insides of my chest to ache a little once again.

“I did, thank you.” I replied to her and glanced away from her, staring across the whole kitchen for a few

seconds.

“Are you going to be leaving the house again today without putting any kind of food into your stomach?

And also without making use of your drugs.” Sarah started to say, making me drag my eyes away from

the counterpart of the kitchen, downwards until I was staring into her face once again.

“I’ll get something to eat outside.” I replied to her and she only snorted like she obviously didn’t what I

had just said.

“I bet you didn’t even remember that you were supposed to eat and make use of your drugs this

afternoon after you’ve woken up from your deep sleep.” Sarah started to say once again, sounding a

little too true for my liking, and so I pursed my lips without supplying a reply to her.

“There’s a couple of toast and bacon amongst other things still warming for you in the microwave,

would you like me to get it for you? Just so you’d get to make use of your drugs before you leave the

house.” Sarah suggested and I scowled a little, my lips turning into a thin line against my lips but she

didn’t back down and I breathed out a slow sigh after a little while, turning sideways and heading

towards the counter and getting on one of the high chairs.

“Fine. Get me the damn breakfast.” I said to her and watched as she nodded her head, totally unfazed

with the way I was acting.

I was acting like I was forced to stay behind to get some food and make use of my drugs before leaving

the house, when in reality, it had only been a suggestion from Sarah and I knew fully well that I could

refuse to stay behind and leave immediately if I wanted to. But I had stayed behind and acted like I was

being forced to… for some weird reason.

Perhaps it was a kind of nice feeling to be dotted on and my head and mind was liking it way more than

I could have ever expected.

Sarah placed the food on before me and I ate a little of everything, still not feeling like my appetite was

already back to normal, but still grateful that at least I wasn’t feeling nauseous anymore like I had felt,

last night.

“Where’s Sofia?” I asked Sarah as I started to make my way out of the kitchen after I had made use of

my drugs and downed enough water into my body system.

I haven’t set eyes on her since I woke up this afternoon and an unusual feeling in my stomach was

suddenly wanting nothing more than for me to just set my eyes on her face and watch her eyelids

flutter a couple of times as color slowly bloomed into her cheeks.