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

Chapter twenty two

After the intense lunch, they both returned to Sarah's room where Scarlett told her she'd be going home in the evening.

The words of her Mama played in her ears. She knew all she was supposed to be doing, but she didn't want to be here.

She didn't want to take this test, whatever it was she didn't want any part of it.

Her bible had taken up space on her bed. Her journal was properly hidden.

Dinner time she made her way to Luigi's study where they both ate. She finished and waited to be excused. But she felt to say thank you so she did.

'Thank you Don', Luigi raised a brow at her.

'For permitting my mum's visit. Thank you',

He looked at her as though he was taking her in.

'If there's a repeat of current events, be sure to know that this would be the last time you set your eyes on anybody from your family,intesa?',

'inteso Don',

(Understood)

She stood up to leave.

'Your letters, I'd one day consider you sending such if at dinner time everyday you tell me about your day', he didn't look away as he spoke.

Something she noticed he did, he always used eye contact and it was very unnerving as his eyes were really blue. A trait he inherited from his grandfather, according to his mother.

'You want to hear about my day?',

'In detail. Just like your letters',

'Oh um, okay. Good night Don ',

She'd never wished him before so it felt weird.

And why did he want her telling him about her day? What was going on? Why the change?

Okay she needed to lay down. Too many why's were giving her a headache.

*****

'Ughh!', she strained to hold up the stick she was dueling with. Mrs Russo wasn't a joke on any standards.

'There now child, I think you can do better!', she pushed down and regained her footing. Sarah stumbled.

'You're trying to kill me. There's no doubt about it', she was heaving bent over.

'Stop being dramatic, let's go again',

'I'll take it from here mother', Luigi came to them and took the stick from his mother.

'Go easy on her orgoglio mio, she's not there yet',

(My pride)

'Alright, show me what you can do', she looked at him skeptically.

She might not be up to date on the happenings of the compound but she was fairly certain the Don wasn't one to be messed with during training.

'He means attack him', Francine added cheekily from where she was seated.

'I know that', she mumbled and went on to try. But she never made it, all her moves were countered effortlessly and she soon lost her stick.

'Great', she mumbled breathing hard

'the fact that you didn't even try is amusing. Come now Miss Davids, that can't be all that you've got?', she knew he was taunting her and his taunt worked as she grabbed her stick, took deep breathes and started fighting him just as she'd fight her mama.

'Interesting but still not good enough. Mama come take over. I'll see you soon on the field amore',

'You'll kick his ass with time. I keep telling myself that at least. It's only mama that could give him a run for his money so don't let it get to you', Francine followed after her brother who slowed down to catch her in time as she jumped on his back.

Never in her life would she have imagined Luigi being remotely human, talk more of playful.

Shaking herself she turned to Mrs Russo who seemed to be calling the day off.

'Go lay down Sarah, from next week we'll start adding on time to your training. You did good today',

'Thank you',

She left to her room to have a much needed bath.

After her bath she ensured her doors were locked before going to stand nude infront of her mirror examining her body.

She'd always been slim thanks to the vigorous trainings she did with mama plus her work on the farm. But now she looked firm.

She'd also taken to praying everyday, not as she used to but she was getting better.

Feeling better.

Her dinners were no longer as boring even though she was doing what he asked reluctantly.

The pain she felt in her shoulder had kept her in line. She didn't want to do anything to trigger him.

Stretching out she dressed up and headed to the library downstairs to return the book she was reading.

The piano got her attention. She was almost done with the tuning, taking her precious time at it.

In a few days or weeks it'd be ready to play. Hopefully she could worship with it.

Shelving the book she picked up another one and left.

Earlier she'd asked Mrs Russo of she could help in the kitchen and she was given the go ahead.

She made her way there after dropping the book in her room.

Pulling on an apron she decided to bake a cake. It's been way too long.

Moving around the empty kitchen she gathered what she'd need and set to work.

After lunch the cake was set out to cool while she began making some biscuit to fill a jar she found.

Rounding up she handed them to the maid to serve for dinner after she took a slice for herself.

Returning to her room she found the Don standing in it.

'Don', she greeted wondering why he was in her room.

He walked up to her and made a move to touch her face, she leaned back on instinct.

'You've been busy', he brushed some flour off her cheek.

She thought she got it all off.

He took the fork on the plate she carried and had a taste of the cake. Not being one for sweet things, but he gave an appreciative hum before walking around her to leave.

She cleared her throat before asking, 'did you need anything?',

The answer she got was a raised brow before he left her room.

She calmly set the cake on the table before pulling out her side stool and standing on it to check if her journal was still safe.

She sighed in relief when she touched it and quickly returned the stool to where it was kept.

Picking the fork she continued eating the cake and reading as well. It took a second to register that she used the same fork the Don has used to eat.

Groaning she continued eating the cake, it was already done.

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