Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 411

James’ pov

Never have I been this devastated, like I currently am.

James’ pov

Never have I been this devastated, like I currently am.

The fact that I hadn’t seen this coming, made it hurt so much.

Along with the fact that I had been completely distracted by Blair’s presence in my life to actually

remember that Aria was still at the hospital, in the damn coma.

Only for me to get a call from Luca minutes ago that she was dead.

Apparently she had died last night, but Luca had decided to wait until morning before informing me.

Knowing my entire day was already ruined, I didn’t bother to dress up and instead got dressed in a pair

of shorts, and then I made my way into the basement in my house, where a well stocked gym was

located. Although I avoided all other things and headed for the boxing bag, boxing at it hard and fast,

while trying to get my thoughts under control at once.

Two hours later and I was still feeling very much furious. So many things were going up in my head at Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

once, from pain, to regret, and then guilt.

Pain, because Aria was such a bubbly person who definitely doesn’t deserve to die like this. Regret

because I could have had a thing with her if I hadn’t chose to distance myself from her and watch her

from the sidelines, because I knew damn well back then that Luca wouldn’t like the thought of me

getting together with his precious cousin, but if I had actually attempt to get together with her,

something would have ended up working out, and those assholes who had been the cause of her long

term coma, would have known that she was taken by me already.

And thirdly, guilt, because if it hadn’t been for Blair, I’m very sure I wouldn’t have forgotten her the way I

had. Guilt because it felt like I had done something wrong for getting attached to Blair, when I had also

promised myself that I was going to make Aria mine once she gets out of the coma.

Feeling extremely irritated, as I edited the basement, I passed by Blair who was by the dining room,

getting into the bathroom in my bedroom to take a cold shower.

About thirty minutes later, a knock resounded off my door before it got pushed open to reveal Blair's

face, asking me to come have breakfast.

Which I was quick to decline, and with how she left the room without another word, I knew I had

somehow angered her.

With a long sigh, I flopped into the bed and allowed my eyes to fall shut.

~~~

Things didn’t get better between Blair and I, it got worse, and I hated it so much, but didn’t know how to

right it, because I didn’t know how to quench the feeling of guilt inside of me.

At the funeral, my teeth were gritted tightly in anger and one thing I promised myself at that moment

was that I’d be taking revenge on the dumb boys who were the cause of this entire thing to begin with.

I’m going to make them beg for death before finally taking their useless lives.

The little conversation I had with Luca before the funeral began showed that Luca was falling apart like

I had expected. Luca cared for her like he cared for Armani, it was only normal that he feel so much

pain from her death, the way I’m currently feeling.

The funeral was short and very sad, and I couldn’t wait to get out of her before it even began, because

I had began to feel somehow suffocated being in the same atmosphere as that burial.

I drove straight home after that, wanting to head straight into my bedroom, but to my shock, Blair

prevented that from happening.

“Where are you going?” She demanded, hands folded and eyes narrowed. I huffed out a breath and

tried to sidestep her, but she moved in my direction once again.

“Look, Blair. This isn’t the right time for this.” I pointed out as I dragged my palm over my face and

huffed out another long sigh.

“Why isn’t it the right time?” She demanded, a frown on her face.

“Because it just isn’t.” I responded flatly, while flexing my fingers because the urge to let out the relent

feeling in me on a punching bag was starting to rise in me.

“Bullshit!” She explained and I let out a long exhale. Feeling frustrated, I carefully moved her out of the

way and continued to head towards my bedroom, hands already unknotting my tie.

“You’re being ridiculous!” She called out, making me slow to a stop, without turning around.

“You’ve been acting all weird for days now. Why the fuck are you suddenly acting all detached?” She

demanded and I sighed deeply as I turned around to stare at her.

“It’s not about you, okay? It’s something else entirely.”

“What’s that then? I don’t know if you noticed, but one way or the other, I’m bound to assume it’s about

me because I’m the one living here with you for now, and the one who can easily misread the situation,

which is very natural.” She explained and I pursed my lips, hands working my shirt open. Once I was

done, I turned away from her and headed into my bedroom, shrugging out of the shirt and slipping a

tank top on, and then I emerged from my bedroom to still find Blair in the same spot.

“Can we do this later? I need to let off some steam.” I said as I walked past her, ignoring the reechoing

sound of her calling my name as I climbed down the stairs.

Unsurprisingly, she followed me down the basement and into the gym. I began to punch the punching

bag, going hard at it like it was a human whom I wanted to take out with a single punch each time.

After about forty minutes, the punching bag got tugged away from me, and she stepped in front of it,

steadying it with her body while staring up at me, with the spot between her eyebrows pinched

together, a spot which I instantly wanted to smoothen out with my thumb.

We remained silent, staring right at each other with me still panting hard.

“What happened?” Her voice was soft this time, all traces of anger completely gone. It was like she

somehow knew that something was wrong somewhere, because she was looking up at me right now

with so much concern in her eyes, it instantly made me feel like puking because of how I had been

nothing but an asshole to her since I heard the news.

Without thinking, I pulled off my punching gloves and let them fall to the ground, and then I engulfed

her in a long hug, feeling my body shake with so much emotions as I squeezed her tight, burying my

face in her throat and trying to get the numerous thoughts dancing around in my head at once.

Blair didn’t mind that I was sweaty, she hugged me as tight as I needed, remaining silent but combing

her fingers through my hair in a way that made my throat burn a little as I tightened my hold around her

even more.

~~~

Blinking my eyes open to the sight of Blair was the best thing to wake up to, and even though my heart

still ached, at least the pain was now mild compared to how it was last night.

I picked up my phone, and the first thing I saw as soon as notifications began to flow in, made me let

out a curse.

Luca had killed two young men last night, one who is the only hair of one of our neighboring mafias.

Those two men who were behind the entire situation that finally led to Aria’s death.