The Preacher's Daughter (Christian/Mafia Romance)||Completed||✔️

chapter two

His siblings were drinking as per usual, but he watched.

He was considered odd as the norm wasn't his norm, one thing he learned from his mama was that a dealer never consumes his goods.

Obnoxious laughter soon came from his brother who was well in his cups. His sisters were tittering on being tipsy.

Because they knew better.

He'd been trained alright, but on a whole different regimen than his father. Courtesy of his mama.

The one thing that was his weakness, the one thing that cost his father his throne.

As petite as his mama was she was a mean swords woman. And she thought her children well.

Too well cause he was able to best his father that day in a fit of rage.

The man had been drunk as well that day, and had it in his head to hurt his mama.

Well that didn't end well for him.

Only on his mother's command did he let him live.

Growing up his father hadn't been violent with his mother. But as he got older the man got colder and had hit his mama once.

And that was the propelling force in giving him a serious warning not to dare it ever again in his existence.

He wasn't deaf to the rumors that he was weak, but the few that tried to find out if the rumors were true left with living proof that he wasn't to be toiled with.

'Brother! Fratello!', his brother staggered to him. He gave his signature smirk.

He found him quite entertaining most times when he was deep in his cups.

'Yes brother, what can I do for you?', only with his siblings. Never with anyone that wasn't blood.

'Let's sail the Caribbeans! Plunder the ships that dare sail in our parts! And bed as many women as they come!!!', he smiled.

This one had a one track mind, money, women, more money.

Which made him a formidable consigliere. His father hadn't bothered with replacing his right hand man after Mrs Scarlett killed him in a fit of rage.

Without bias he earned that knife in the heart, but the life she was leading now was quite impressive. A total opposite of what she was brought up in.

But if his mama was anything, she'd thought him not to let looks deceive him. He could almost bet that a viscous tiger was simply napping in that woman.

Giving his brother an indulging smile he gave a signal to his sisters Laura and Francine, who immediately knew their time was up and headed to their bedrooms.

'Goodnight brother', he said when he felt it was time to rest for a bit.

The hallway was long deserted, just the way he liked it.

No one was mad enough to dare him. Or go after his family after he made an example of the one and only attempt.

Unlike with the famiglia of old his sisters could go out and not expect any harm.

You stared too long you lost the eyes, you touched you lost the hand, came too close you lost your life.

The cocaine and heroine business were blooming, even their gun trades have been going fairly well. Things were too peaceful, but one thing he was certain of was that nothing could phase him anymore.

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'Buongiorno mamma', he greeted his mother with a kiss to the cheek before pouring himself a cup of coffee.

(good morning mom)

'Buongiorno orgoglio mio, did you rest well?',

(Good morning my pride)

'Si mamma',

(Yes mum)

'Would you accompany me for the service this morning? It's been too long since you were in the house of God with your mamma', she gave him the look that had him rolling his eyes.

He didn't know why she insisted they went to church when their livelihood was everything the church preached against.

'Si mamma, I'll accompany you',

'Eccellente!! Lily! Bring my bible, I'll be in the carriage', she held out her hand and he took it and led her to the said carriage where her bible and purse waited for her.

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He usually tolerated these events for his mother. His sisters didn't have a say in the matter.

They were already in church when he arrived with his mother, saving a seat for her.

They quickly moved over to create space for him.

He relaxed into the seat and crossed his legs at his knee, he ignored his mother's glare and tried to pay attention to what was happening around him.

That was, until Mrs Scarlett walked by the isle where he was seated.

But that wasn't what held his attention, the very much younger version and prettier version of Miss Scarlett who was following behind. Dutifully urging her siblings to hasten up to their seats.

To his surprise she sat them down and went straight to the section set apart for the choir.

Her hair was bound in a tight bun making her neck look all the more delectable.

Sarah Davids.

She lead the church in the opening hymn titled how excellent.

Of course he knew the song but just like other days he kept his lips sealed and absorbed the beauty called Sarah.

That day in their childhood won't ever be forgotten in a hurry.

She'd grown beautifully.

Even with her ankle length gown and conservative hairdo she still was the prettiest in the room.

He observed as her face lit up with the song, she looked radiant.

And he wasn't oblivious to his mother's scrutiny as well.

He was aware she tried to arrange marriage between them after the incident but Mrs Scarlett had said a resounding no and stood by it.

Now he could practically hear the gears turning in her brain.

The organ soon changed pace to something more upbeat and Sarah joined in the simple dance. Some tresses escaped her bun after the little excercise.

His gaze was broken when Greg was it? Craig, that's right. Her twin brother took the pulpit to take the reading of the scriptures for the day.

Then the message which was brief and made some sense to him Luigi.

At least his morning wasn't wasted.

A look from him dissuaded any of his sisters' usual suitors from coming close to them.

At the door of the church he turned to find Sarah laughing at something someone said to her.

There and there he knew that he was going to have her.

As his wife.

He'd made his choice.

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