His Mafia Princess - J.H

Chapter 53

Mirriella pov

The dinner was amazing. After another twenty minutes of driving with the volume at full and Jaden trying not to open up, we pulled up at the restaurant. Of course, the big mafia boss had to take us to the most expensive restaurant in Chicago. Di Paolo.

Of course it looked very strange for an eighteen year old and twenty one year old to walk through the door considering it was full of rich white men with young models. Undoubtedly cheating on their wives. Jaden took great offence when the waiter took it upon himself to recite some of the cheapest meals here, none of them being under $120. He did demand that the owner of the restaurant come out, and made a fool of the waiter when the owner hugged him and demanded that our meals were free for the disrespect of his staff.

He ordered some fancy twenty word long pasta with a tomato sauce, and I just ordered the carbonara. But god forbid I call it a tomato sauce, many people took great offence to the description I gave it. We then ordered desert because apparently it's a tradition for Jaden to do that. I got vanilla ice cream and he got a chocolate brownie with a fudge sauce.

"This isn't the way back to the house." I mentioned when he took a left turn out of the road instead of a right.

"I am aware of where my house is. We aren't going there yet." He answered.

"Then where are we- You know what? I'm not even gonna question it." I mentioned as I leant back on the seat.

"Probably best." He agreed.

We were driving to this mystery destination for about thirty minutes before the wheels sounded like they weren't rolling on tarmac anymore. I looked up and out at our surroundings and noticed we were definitely not on any open roads anymore. I looked at the road and noticed how it was now gravel, and we were surrounded by trees.

"Look, I'm sorry if I offended you by calling it tomato sauce, I couldn't pronounce its real name properly, but a simple correction would have sufficed. I don't think you need to kill me." I laughed nervously. It is very hard to tell with him what his motives for something actually are.

"With all the shit you've pulled since I've met you, do you really think I'd kill you because you called a dish 'with tomato's sauce'?" He asked as he stopped the car and took the keys out, opening the door and stepping out himself.

"It could've been the straw to break the camels back. You don't know." I mumbled. I heard him sigh heavily.

"Mirri, I did not bring you here to kill you." He assured as we started to make our way up the trail.

"You wouldn't even step on the grass in your own damn home because your shoes cost you over $1000 but now you're suddenly willing to walk on a dirty gravel path like it's nothing. You are one confusing man Mr Hossler." I piped up about two minutes in.

"It's the small things in life Mirriella. This is my childhood place. No amount of money loss will change that." He said in a nonchalant tone.

I didn't say anything in return and instead processed the information.

His childhood place. Why is he taking me to his childhood place? What did he mean by that? Was this a family thing; or was this his escape place?

After another seven or so minutes of walking, we arrived at a lake with a decking. It had a little house up the side of it and the water was illuminated by flood lights on either side of the pontoon. The lettering on the house read "Jae and Soph"

"Who's Soph?" I asked as I looked to him.

"You ask a lot of questions don't you?" He dodged.

"You were the one that brought me here, you can't seriously expect me to not ask questions." I pointed out as I dropped one of my hips and placed my hands on them.

"I actually took you here to answer some of your questions. You just keep adding more." He shrugged.

"First one you can answer: who is Soph?" I asked him again.

"Soph is my sister. Louie's mom." He answered.

I walked over and sat down on the mud by the water. I took off my boots and tights and immersed my feet in the water. Jaden came and sat next to me, doing the same. But he had left his shoes up on the pontoon instead.

"What was your sister like?" I asked him.

He took in a deep breath and leant back. He looked up at the sky and smiled a little bit before looking back down at the water.

"She was amazing. She loved everyone she met. Crazy when you take into consideration the way our dad raised us. She's too much like my mom for her own good. She would've loved you." He answered as he looked down at me.

"Really? Why?" I asked.

"You stand up for yourself. You see the good in people. You sometimes know how to bite your tongue. And you look out for your own. You also formed a bind with Louie almost instantly, many people find that hard to do. You're quite like her." He explained.

"You always talk about your dad so negatively. Why is that?" I asked. I need to be careful with the questions I asked, knowing he could snap at any moment.

"Same reason you talk about your mom so negatively. He was abusive. He was the mafia leader before me, and he was tough on my sister and I. He trained us constantly, and everything became threats. Threats turned into violence. And violence turned into my mom trapping my sister and I in my room to keep us safe. We could've been in there for days at a time because of how dangerous he became. As his son he was always harder on me than he was in Soph because he knew as soon as she started to talk that she wouldn't have taken over. Now he's completely disappeared. I don't know where he is, sometimes he makes appearances at the work building, but he hasn't come back since mom and Soph died. He doesn't know about Louie either." He explained.