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 “Can you draw a painting of me?” Armani asked with a lazy smile around his lips. He was sitting on one of the stools here in my arts room and keeping me company. We’ve been here for over thirty minutes since he arrived here, and he was a really lively company to have around.I glanced away from the drawing I was carefully shading to shoot him a look. His grin widened once he had my attention. “And make me look way better than I currently do?”“Are you fishing for compliments once again?” I demanded with a huff and Armani let out a little crackle.“Maybe I am.” He responded and I rolled my eyes playfully before returning back to my shading. “I was serious about you painting me though. You paint so well and I’ve imagined how I’d turn out being painted by you. “Really?” I asked while carefully working on the drawing and making sure to keep my hand firm and steady.“Yeah, of course.”“Hm,” I murmured after that.“I can pay for it, you just name your price.”I whirled
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 “Are you sure?” He asked tentatively and I nodded my head instantly. I really am fine. I have no idea as to why I had began to tremble without even realizing it, but I really am fine.As expected, Armani didn’t seem like he believed me, telling by how his eyes lingered on me some more before he finally nodded his head at him.“As you must have figured out, I wasn’t the most confident kid, like Luca was since he was born. I was everything Luca wasn’t, and that angered our father so much.”I held my breath as he continued. “Our mother died shortly after having me. Our father believed in shaping kids into the right shapes for their future, and that was what he did to Luca, and Luca easily meet his expectations, unlike me.” He shot me a glance and I swallowed emptily, feeling a lump stuck in my throat.“I was what you’d term a disappointment.”A gasp flew past my mouth before I could stop it. “You’re not a disappointment.” Armani let out a wary chuckle as he reg
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 Luca was leaning against the doorframe, with his hands folded around his middle for only God knows how long. His curls were in disarray, framing his face and sticking out in different directions, making it obvious that he had pulled the hell out of it throughout the whole of today.His face was expressionless, but there was a slight pinch of skin on his forehead, proving that he was deep in thought. I couldn’t help but swallow emptily, the sound echoing around in my head like it had echoed through the entire sitting room.I didn’t know what to say, and so I averted my gaze and glance around the sitting room for a minute.On a normal day, he’d have been eager to have his hands on me. It doesn’t even have to be sexual, sometimes he just want to hold me in his arms to reassure himself that I was safe and sound in here, away from all dangers– his words, not mine.But now, I wasn’t sure of how to react.Do I just wave at him without getting up from the couch? Or do I walk
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 If guilt could kill, I’m sure I’d have been six foot under at this point.Never have I felt this level of guilt in my life before, and I knew I was only making things worse by pulling away from Sofia.But, it wasn’t like I could control myself to no longer feel disgusted with myself any longer each time I was around her.This was such a foreign feeling for me. Never have I known that I’d ever be in this kind of situation, caused by no one but myself.With my hands still stroking Sofia’s upper arm right now, it felt like that had rendered some sort of peace over me. When I had finally get to hug her some time ago, it felt like that single thing had put a stop to the uproar of emotions that had been going up in my head throughout the whole of today.When Alexa had called me some days ago back at the office and I had Informed her not to call me any longer, she called me again and I blocked her from reaching me without even hesitating. Each day, I had barely been able t