Chapter 38


    Luca’s POV


    Picking up my suit jacket and phone from the counter and the chair beside the one I was sitting on, a


    moment ago, I draped the jacket against my shoulder as I made my way out of the empty kitchen. I


    paused beside the entrance of the kitchen and switched off the light before heading straight for the


    stairs. The pounding in my head was thankfully starting to decrease, which was why I didn’t feel a lot of


    pain echoing in my head as I climbed my way up the stairs that would lead me to the second floor of


    the house.


    I paused outside the door of the bedroom and waited a few minutes. A quick nce at the screen of my


    phone showed that the time was some minutes past twelve a.m in the morning. I pulled on the door


    knob and pushed the door open before letting myself in and pushing the door shut behind me. The


    main lights in here were turned off and only the low dim led lights were turned on, casting a shadowy


    look upon the quiet room. I flicked the lights on and nced towards the bed in the center of the room


    to find Sofia staring wide eyed at me, from her position on her side of the bed with her body tucked into


    the nkets, leaving her head and arm outside of it.


    “You awake?” I asked softly while still staring at her and watched as she blinked once before letting her


    tongue slide out to swipe over her lower lip slowly, leaving it glistening and shiny— before she nodded


    her head a couple of times in reply to my question.


    I nced away from her and puffed out a deep breath, I could have gone through the whole night


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    perfectly without having to see that right now.


    I didn’t think she was asleep when I came in, she was most definitely still awake. I know this because


    the amount of times I’ve spent sharing this room with her, made me understand the fact that she was a


    heavy sleeper and has never evere awake each time I open the bedroom’s door in the midnight,


    she was most definitely still awake before and had been busy doing something on her phone or just


    staying up and thinking.


    I made my way towards my side of the bed and paused once I got to that part: I sank unto the bed and


    cradled my head in my hands with my elbows suppositing my head up by cing its arm strongly on


    my thighs. My head was starting to pound again and I was seriously contemting not taking a shower


    tonight and just going to sleep this way.


    If it wasn’t for the fact that a cold shower was most definitely going to help me with the pains in the sore


    muscles around my body, and that it was going to make me feel fresher and stronger by giving it to me


    full force.


    I tugged my suit jacket that was hanging on my shoulder and dropped it on the floor, beside the bed. I


    unbuttoned the rest of the buttons of my shirt before shoving it off and cing it on the piece of cloth


    which I had already ced there. I was feeling tired as fuck and I slowly massaged my fingers against


    my eyes.


    I pushed myself to my feet tiredly and ced my phone on the bed side table before starting to


    unbuckle my pants belt, once I was done, I started to shove the annoying piece of clothing down before


    remembering that I wasn’t the only one making use of the room anymore and that it was now for Sofia


    and I, Sofia who was still very much awake when I came into the bedroom, minutes ago.


    I held onto one side of my belt and nced behind me to find Sofia watching me, she dragged her eyes


    away immediately, our eyes locked and stared hard at her good arm which was on top of the nket.


    With a small shake of my head, I removed my gun from the top of my pants and ced it on the side


    table beside my phone, once I was done with that, I pushed my hair out of my face and bent down to


    pick up my pieces of discarded clothes before making my way into the bathroom and closing the door


    behind me.


    Refusing to think about what Sofia might be wearing underneath her nightwear– which I didn’t really


    see much of, I shoved my pants off in the privacy of the bathroom and headed straight into the


    showers.


    The cold water came out with full force, hitting my back in harsh sprays and digging into those muscles


    on my shoulders and upper back immediately. I groaned quietly and allowed my head to drop sideways


    in order to allow the water to do its job of smoothing out some of the pain away from my sore muscles


    for tonight at least.


    After a few minutes of me standing still in the showers as the water did its thing, I soaped up my body


    and washed my hair with its soap as well. Once I was done, the water rinsed the soap off my body and


    out of my hair, leaving me clean and my muscles feeling less sore than it was when I made my way into


    the bathroom, minutes ago.


    Toweling myself dry with a white fluffy towel, I squeezed the water out of my hair with a different,


    smaller towel and left it on my head in order for it to keep on sucking out the water still clinging to the


    different strands of my hair.


    I nced sideways, looking directly into the mirror in the bathroom.


    I looked dead.


    With a small sigh leaving my partned lips, I reached up to the towel on my head and used it to massage


    the roots of my head thoroughly. Sleeping with wet hair wasn’t cool because you’d wake up with your


    pillows wet or cold and that shit wasn’t my thing one bit.


    I walked towards the wash hard closet and stared at myself in the mirror once again, grazing my fingers


    against my beards which were starting to have some unwanted hair on the edges, I promised myself to


    trim and reshape itter in the day — since it was already a new day.


    I ced the towel I was using to mop my hair on the counter and dragged a part of the towel which was


    wrapped around my waist– and started using it to mop the wet spots around my chests and stomachs,


    when a small knock resounded on the door.


    I almost missed it, but it resounded again, a few seconds space apart. I stared at it pointedly before


    calling out in a nk, calm voice.


    “Come in.” The door got pulled open after a small secondter and Sofia hesitantly poked her head in


    at first before letting herself in and staying glued against the side of the opened bathroom door which


    she still left open– on purpose, I was sure.


    She was in a gown the stopped on around the part above her knees, the gown didn’t seem like


    something she’d enjoy sleeping in– I had always imagined her as the kind to sleep in night gowns that


    were boring and filled with cotton materials and flowers designs all over it – not this material that looked


    so soft and smooth. It was also a little bit transparent but I refused to stare hard at it and dragged my


    eyes away from the length of her gown.


    Her hair cascaded downwards around her face and shoulders and I wondered if she wasn’t


    ufortable sleeping with her hair scratching against all parts of her back, face and neck. Her right


    hand was in a ck sling, but it wasn’t the sling of those with broken arms, it was a smaller kind


    because it was only there to support the muscles of the arm and make the dislocated bone move back


    into its right ce as soon as possible. I remember breaking my arm when I was ten years old, when


    trying to save my younger brother from falling off a bike. Father had been pissed as hell, because I had


    sustained an injury when I was supposed to be acting like a reasonable young man and a role model to


    my younger brother, and even more pissed because I had refused to tell him how I got the injury.


    It had hurt like a bitch and I had to wear the ufortable sling for a month and learn to do a lot of


    things with my left hand, since I had acquired the injury in my right arm.


    I watched her drag in a deep breath, knowing that it took her a lot to manage toe in here while I


    was still in it.


    “Um, I am sorry foring in here while you’re still in it, but I- I really need to make use of the


    restroom, I’m so sorry…” She started to say, looking everywhere but at me and I noticed just how


    deeply her cheeks was burning up.


    “It’s alright.” I said softly before gesturing towards the closed door of the toilet behind me, “It’s all


    yours.”


    She nced towards me without meeting her eyes– because she just wouldn’t raise her head upwards,


    and nodded her head gratefully before slowly making her way past me. I didn’t miss the way her eye


    dropped to my chest and stomach before it got dragged away as more color infused her heated


    cheeks, making me connect the dots as to why she was almost turning into a tomato.


    The towel around my waist wasn’t tied up, it hung loosely on my hips and one part was high on my


    stomach with the aid of my hand, giving anyone interested in looking, a really dirty sh, and in this


    case, Sofia has been given an eye full… because my dick was imprinted against the towel as well.


    I made my way out of the bathroom almost immediately. She made her way past me, into the restroom


    and closed the bathroom door which she had left open, giving her much needed privacy before making


    my way into the walk-in closet and shrugging on a loose pair of dark brown pants. Ibed my hair


    with my fingers to avoid it frompletely drying up and getting all tangled together before making my


    way out of the walk-in closet once again.


    I sank into my side of the bed and picked up my phone, knowing I had to start making ns because I


    wasn’t going to be staying in and resting like I had thought while I was still at the office, but was going


    to be saving my cousin from a stupid dude and dealing with the fucker for even daring to attempt


    something like that on my cousin.


    Aria was from my father’s side of the family and my father’s younger brother had been the one to birth


    her, when I was already a teenager. Aria looked up to me, had always looked up to me ever since she


    was a toddler. She’d walk up to me the moment her parents let her feet touch the ground and raise her


    arms to me in a gesture that always pulled on my heartstrings everytime. I’d lift her into my arms


    immediately and she’d stay there, and not make a fuse until whenever it was time for her to go home–


    and then she would start crying, not wanting to leave my embrace.


    It continued to happen until she got into school, then she’d follow me everywhere and stare intently at


    the screen whenever I yed video games, despite the fact that she didn’t understand a thing that was


    going on in it.


    She had been very fond of me and had been my most fav cousin despite the fact that we weren’t in the


    same age grade… but then her father and mine got into a fight one time, in our house.


    I held her to my chest as she sobbed in fear on listening to both men scream and argue with


    themselves, the noises managing to pass through the tiny space in my bedroom. After some time, the


    shouting stopped and her father came towards my room and knocked once. I opened the door and he


    had pulled Aria out of the room and out of the house, with her crying and refusing to leave, until her


    father had swung her unwilling body into his arms.


    And that was thest I saw of her. Father said they were no longer family and had dissuaded me from


    daring to go to them first.