Mafia's Revenge

Ch. 30

A/N's Pov:

The Next day you woke up on your bed, stretching your muscles and yawning. Your hair was a mess. You were wearing one of Luca's oversized t-shirts and black trousers. You had dried tears stained on your cheeks because you cried yourself to sleep thinking about everything which had been happening in your life. Marriage, father, crush, pregnancy. You didn't know how to face your husband yet you missed him. His hugs, kisses, cologne.

You got up and went straight to the washroom to get fresh....

Time skipped and after finally getting ready, you headed downstairs. When you finally got down you saw Luca sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

Y/N: Morning!

You said, gaining his attention. He looked up to you and instantly flashed his charming smile.

Luca: Good morning, Sakhar. Had a good sleep?

You nodded, taking a seat across him...

Luca: Lets go eat breakfast. Fresh toasted bread with cheese and sausage omelette and a glass of fresh apple juice. Don't judge my cooking. I'm not a great chef as you.

You chuckled, making him grin at you.

Y/N: Not judging at all.

You said before getting on your feet as Luca did the same and then you both headed towards the kitchen. You took a seat on the chair as Luca passed you a plate of toasted bread and omelette. He then sat beside you before pouring you a glass of apple juice then pouring one for himself. You thanked him and you both started eating.

You both remained quiet, silently eating your food before Luca decided to start a conversation.

Luca: So what's your plan for the day?

Y/N: I'll go to my bakery. I have some stash of money saved up. I'll probably stay in a hotel for awhile.

Luca: Woah woah woah. Hold it right there. First of all, you have a bakery?

Y/N: Yes. Started few weeks ago. It's going pretty well.

Luca: Damn. I'll be visiting it. Second of all, why the hell are you gonna stay in a hotel whereas you can live here?

Y/N: It... Just doesn't feel right.

You said, poking your omelette....

Y/N: I'm married now Luca. Yoongi.... He wouldn't like the idea of me staying here...

Luca: Y/N....If your husband really cared, he would've been here last night. Yoongi is a mafia. He has connections then why isn't he here yet? What's taking him so long? Does he even care about you? This was a forced marriage, Y/N....

Your shoulders stiffened. The omelette tasted bitter all of a sudden. Luca was right. Why didn't Yoongi show? He never takes too long. Why hadn't he showed up? Did he not want to talk to you yet? Was he still angry? Was he still wanting to fulfill his revenge?

Y/N: I don't wanna talk about him now....

Luca: Sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable. Anyways, there's something else you need to know... Your mother will be here.

You stopped and frowned. You gave him a questionable look not knowing why your mother would show up here....

Y/N: What do you mean?

Before Luca could reply, the door bell rang, cutting him off. Luca stood up and left to answer the door. You didn't wait and decided to follow him too. The moment Luca opened the door, you got welcomed my your parents.