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

Chapter eighteen

Dinner had been too much for her, being introduced as the future Donna to a bunch of people she didn't know.

She kept her expression blank throughout the whole affair, barely touching any food.

'il più grande favore che puoi farti è migliorare i tuoi lineamenti e non dare alcuna risposta a nessuno. anche il Don se vuoi sopravvivere alla notte'

(the greatest favor you can do yourself is to school your features, and don't give any response to anybody. even the Don if you want to survive the night)

Mrs Russo had said those words to her just as they were ushered into the dinning hall.

As soon as she got the signal from her she left the hall to her room where she'd been till now.

It was 4am, a time she was always awake to have her quiet time. But she just couldn't pray.

She tried singing, but the lyrics were lodged in her throat.

Finally giving up she let the tears she thought she was done with flow as she asked the question on her mind.

Why me Jesus? Why?

What did I do to get this?

She soon cried herself to sleep, the next time she was awake was when Mrs Russo came to get her.

'Wear this, it's time for breakfast. Same rules apply, do try to eat something this time around',

They entered the hall to an elaborate breakfast.

And so each meal continued for the first week. Grand meals that she barely saw or tasted.

Finally they were gone.

She did notice Mr Russo though, every meal he'd keep his eyes trained on her then scoff after a while.

Mrs Russo had brought her out to seat in the garden and have tea with her, she looked up as she noticed movement.

Mrs Russo stood before giving a curtsey to Mr Russo.

'Don, will you join us? ', she asked but the man said nothing. Just watched her.

'You do favor your father more than your mother. But that hair is definitely one not to forget', with that he left.

Mrs Russo didn't comment on it and sat down.

Finally finishing the cup of tea she said she must have with the cinnamon roll she excused her to her chambers.

A knock was all the warning she got before the door opened to Luigi.

'Come', something about the way he said it made her follow him immediately.

They walked in the direction of where he showed her on her first day was his office.

He opened a door and waited for her to pass through before shutting it firmly.

'Sit', she did.

He took his time rounding the desk to his own seat.

'Now amore, rumor has it that you plan to starve yourself for whatever reasons. I don't want my wife dead before we even say I do', the last sentence was said with so much mockery that she was sure the rage she was feeling reflected on her face.

'We surely don't want that, so here's what you'll do. Breakfast and dinner with me every single day of your life. If I have to come get you there'll be hell to pay', his face took a look that promised pain even though he was still smiling.

'Now that that's done. You're to start training with Mama tomorrow morning, anything you need or want to know you can ask her and of course me. Any other rules would be communicated to you as the years go by, so any questions',

She said nothing, just kept staring at the table.

'Say what you have on your mind bambina, you're allowed to hate me out loud in this room', she knew it was a trap. Luigi was the only person in this world she knew that had zero tolerance for disrespect.

She kept her mouth shut but looked at him. She was never raised to be demure.

'Your eyes say alot amore', he mocked but she didn't say anything.

'Seeing as you don't want to leave you can seat there glaring at me to your heart's content. Talking to me would get you out of here faster amore', he proceeded to take off his jacket, role up his sleeves and sat down to work.

She stared some more, he continued his work. After what felt like am eternity she finally spoke up.

'Can I be excused Don?', he acted like he didn't hear her. She'd after all spoken in a whisper.

Clearing her throat she tried again, 'Can I please be excused Don?', he glanced at her but continued writing.

Thinking she had done her part she stood up to leave the office.

'I didn't permit you to leave. Sit down', he continued his work.

She returned to the seat and remained there till dinner was brought to the office.

The Don ushered her to the table on the balcony she failed to see earlier and they sat down.

'Eat unless you want me to tie you down and force of all this down your throat. Trust me, it'll be very unpleasant for you', she quietly picked up a spoon and ate some of the soup.

Each spoon had tears filling her eyes.

She wouldn't let him see her cry.

As discreetly as she could manage she dabbed the corner of her eyes.

She wanted to drop the spoon when she was done but Luigi pushed another plate infront of her. By the time she was done she felt like throwing up.

Luigi didn't say anything to her, just sat and watched her till she stopped feeling queasy.

'You may go', she stood up and walked straight to her room where she had to take deep breathes inorder not to throw up.

After preparing for the night, she laid in bed for a while before she let sleep take over.

But not without saying a prayer that her father taught as a child.

Thank you Father for today

Thank you Father for the food

Thank you Father for my health

Thank you Father for provisions

Thank you Father for everything

Amen.

It was almost midnight when Luigi entered her room from an adjourning door, a little secret he kept from her.

She looked beautiful in her sleep.

He wondered why she always slept with her balcony doors open.

All the lights were out except for one far away from the bed.

He watched her for a while before exiting to his own room.

She was here to stay.

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