Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 174

I’ve always dreamed of furthering my education, because it would make me feel more complete and

accomplished as a woman, and it would also make me feel more equal with the men here in the mafia,

seeing as only men were allowed to further their education and be whatever they want to be… why the

women were to stop at high school, and be married off to a man, and then to birth babies for the said

man and that was that.

It didn’t matter to people that we were growing and getting more advanced, it didn’t matter to them that

everyone in other countries were leaving their old ways behind and making way for new things to come

in, it didn’t matter that gender equality was now recognized in a lot of other countries, all they care

about for here in Italy, was the fact that the man were on a higher level compared to the women. It was

like a food chain, whereby the males were at a really higher part, and the female at a lower part, the

females were expected to take the crumbs from the males without any question whatsoever.

I felt powerless, I’ve always felt powerless, ever since I was a kid, ever since I understood just how this

whole thing worked here in Italy, I’ve always felt powerless each time I had watched my father beat up

my mother.

I was around four years old back then. It didn’t matter to my father that my mother was really

submissive to whatever he says and almost never talk back, it didn’t matter to him that she was always

respectful… he still ended up hurting her. And as I grew up, I realized that men are never content.

Men would always be an uncontented set of people. Even though a wife was respectful and submissive

to them, it didn’t matter to them. They were going to still find something to hold up as a reason to lay Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

their hands on a woman… at least that was exactly how it was with my mother and father. My mother

wasn’t completely quiet and submissive right from when she got married to him, it happened little by

little, and I watched as she slowly became more quiet and cold, getting colder toward me even more.

She was never nice to me, and she only managed to grow even colder to me. I sometimes wonder if

my brother was right about the fact that she was punishing her children for the things our father did to

her, because each time I thought about it, it always ends up making no sense.

I haven’t ever heard of a mother being that way to a child she birthed, if it wasn’t her real child, I’d have

understood a little, because not everyone would be able to show unconditional love to a child that isn’t

biologically theirs… well, except my mother.

My mother was something else, and I never loved her for once, and when she watched me get married

off to someone way older than I am, someone the both of my parents were afraid of, I’ve never hated

her more after that particular moment. It didn’t help that I ended up finding out that it was all because of

a debt which my father owed Luca for years. It made me start to think about the fact that I was literally

just a pawn to my parents, a pawn in which my father used to save himself from getting killed off by

Luca.

Now that I was starting to think about it, with my head settled and no kind of pressure over my head, I

wished something could happen to both my parents.

I wished…

“Sofia?”

It was a voice that was deep and familiar, and it had sounded quiet, almost on the level of a whisper. I

blinked once, shoving the pieces of my thoughts into my head before lifting my head high a little to

stare up at Luca.

“What?” I mumbled, staring up at him. His grey eyes were darker at the moment, and it was twinkling a

little, due to the force of the sun shining in it. His face wasn’t clearly outlined because this part of the

house was dark, and the lights all around the compound weren't lighting this part or the house up. I

knew even without thinking and searching, that there has got to be a light switch or something up here,

but I was glad Luca hadn’t made any move to go switch it on yet, because being in here with him, was

making everything feel really intimate in a kind of pleasing way.

“Were you thinking?” He asked, staring down at me and I hesitated for a moment before nodding my

head once, and then I started to move my teeth over my lower lip.

“About?” He asked and I shook my head in the next moment, lifting my free hand to move my hair out

of my face.

“It’s nothing important.” I replied in a low voice and watched as he nodded his head once. We settled in

a silence that wasn’t awkward or tense, the silence felt comfortable and normal, and I was relaxing into

his side once again, shivering a little when a gust of wind suddenly blew up. Luca’s hand started to rub

at my bare arm as soon as he felt the shiver move through me, and I breathed out a small sigh, loving

his hand on me and the way it was starting to warm me up instantly.

“Bunny?” I heard him call out after a few moments and I hummed a little in response, breathing in his

scent deep into my lungs in the next second. I’ve always loved how he smelled, and at the moment, his

scent was stifling my brains… it might be one of the reasons as to why I was shivering once again, and

not because of the cold breeze blowing around.

“Can you tell me about the dream you had that night?” I heard him ask and it felt like everything in the

whole world grew still in that particular moment, and it all remained that way for the next few seconds,

before everything returned back to normal and those hanging in the middle of the air all fell into the

ground with a loud crash. That was exactly what happened in my brain, and exactly how I was feeling

as his words sank into my head, because I understood what he was saying in that same moment.

I dragged in a deep breath and pulled away from him, leaning away from him until I wasn’t making any

contact with him in any form. His hand dropped away from around me after I had leaned away from

him, and I blinked a couple of times, lifting my hand up to push my hair away from my face, as I tried to

still the storm I could already feel brewing in my head and mind.

I took in a deep breath and puffed it out slowly, as images started to flash around in my head, making a

hard shudder run down my spine, and I sniffed without even realizing it.

“Bunny?” Luca’s voice echoed softly around me just as his warm and large hand closed around my

arm. His hand moved from my arm into my hair, and he turned my head around until I was facing him

with his grip in my hair.

I trembled a little, the images still playing out in my mind were getting more and more detailed, and

another tremble was running through my body after a few seconds.

“Who hurt you?” Luca’s voice came out softly as he spoke quietly before me, his voice hitting my face

instantly. I sniffed, feeling my eyes start to sting, the incoming sign of tears, and I’ve never hated myself

in my life like I suddenly hated myself.

I hated the fact that each time I thought about that, all it did was make me feel even less powerful and

more broken than ever, all it does is make me shed tears uncontrollably and make me question my

existence, all it does it make me feel disgusted with myself even more.

A small sob slipped out of my mouth in the next second, and I pulled away from Luca with all of my

strength, pushing myself away from the chair we had both been sitting on, and I made my way towards

the banister on the balcony, standing before it but not pressing my body against it, and I pressed my

hands against my face, covering my face from tne dark night in shame as I sobbed quietly.

Tears streamed down my face and my body shook with the force of my tears, and I felt more

embarrassed because Luca was right there, watching me break down without any sort of control.