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

Chapter twenty four

Hosea walked into the house going straight to his room.

Gosh he needed a break from this marriage nonsense.

He'd yet to meet the girl and he was already going mad! Whatever happened to him just showing up, saying 'I do' and getting out of there?!!

The American mafia really have stupid traditions.

After a bath he lay on his bed thinking about the next assignment.

The shipments were in order but the numbers weren't. Mother had said Luigi's bride spotted it earlier.

She seemed to come with brain cells. This was the bare minimum he needed in his bride.

Marriage didn't need to be hell on earth, at least his mama had drummed that in.

Sighing he stood up and walked out of his room to find something, anything to occupy his time.

He found Sarah fiddling with the old piano.

Nobody bothered with it cause the sounds it produced could make the dead rise in mortifying rage.

She seemed to be tuning it?

He watched her as she cleaned, loosened, twisted and did some other thing before trying out a particular key.

Surprisingly it was sounding better as she worked. After a while she said an 'Oww' before releasing what she was holding to examine her hand that looked to be bleeding.

'Hello sorellina', he said in greeting before approaching her and taking the wounded hand in his.

(Little sister)

'è solo un piccolo taglio', she tried to pull her hand out of his unsuccessfully.

(It's just a little cut)

In their younger years as children in the children church Hosea was always full of mischief. They were all in the children church for a certain period of time before provisions were made for the bigger kids.

Even back then he called her sorellina, though almost all the girls got be addressed as such. To eek their Sunday school teacher of course, she'd been teaching on loving one another and taking each other as siblings.

So whenever he was being naughty he'd always say it was for the greater good of his little sister. Poor woman couldn't do anything as everyone knew who his father was.

He stopped addressing them as such when some of the girls began addressing him as big brother, except her.

'Hold still, I'll be the judge of that. Yes, a small cut. Which begs the question what are you doing with this old thing? If you want a piano ask that husband of yours, he can afford to get you two of every musical instrument known to man',

She stared him down at the word husband. Or at least she tried to, but Hosea wasn't related to Luigi for nothing. So he smiled in return.

'Come on, let's have tea together', his grip told her she didn't have a choice.

That was were Luigi found them, sitting in the garden and having idle chatter.

He watched them for a while before continuing to where he was headed to in the first place.

Hosea saw him, but little Sarah apparently didn't.

'How's the compound so far? honest answer mind you', Hosea asked while watching her.

She seemed to be collecting her thoughts on the matter.

'Its rather monotonous if I'm being honest. Not allowed to go anywhere from over a month, only allowed to communicate with a few people. No allowance to just be me. It's like I'm where I don't want to be and somehow I'm expected to adapt and be okay with it', she didn't look up after saying that.

Scared he'd cause her pain like his brother did.

'What would you say if I said I could get you out of here? A way out if you will',

'I'd ask at what cost? Who's life is about to be forfeited so that I could be free to do as I please?',

'As charming and noble as that sounds, a lot of people would jump at that offer damning the consequences. That says something about your character. But I can't make such promises cause I kind of like my head attached to my neck',

Sarah rolled her eyes laughing a little.

Much later that evening Hosea went to pay his brother a visit, and as expected Luigi was in his office working.

Hosea walked straight to the liquor cabinet to help himself.

'What are you doing with her Fratello? Francine tells me you let Mrs Davids spend a day with her? What is your goal here?',

Luigi relaxed in his seat facing his brother.

His method of dealing with his Donna was his business, but he always tried to answer his siblings when they asked questions he termed reasonable.

'My goal is to have my Donna alive, both physically and mentally throughout the years of our marriage. As for my method, well a good carrot and stick never hurt anybody now does it?',

He went back to his work leaving Hosea to think.

Other Dons, their father as a case study never once cared about their mother's wellbeing.

As long as she was there, ready to spread her legs when he needed her then he was fine.

If she was sick he didn't care, even when the flu nearly claimed here during her pregnancy for Laura he didn't care.

Heck the Dons generally didn't give a rats ass about their Donnas. Especially after the heir has been produced.

But his mama was a one of a kind woman. She fought for relevance where others would have withered under the lack of care.

He knew all that he needed to know of Sarah's arrival and life at the estate. Him allowing her mama a visit was a humane choice on his part.

So if he understood this right, if she did what was required she'd get rewarded. And if she failed to do so then the stick would follow.

All these to be determined by Luigi of course.

Not exactly a bad strategy, but he doubted he'd need that with his wife. She was after all born into this life just like him.

'Goodnight fratello, and do take care of sorellina. We all have some affection for her'.

Not a lie, his siblings didn't not like her. And that was a good thing in the mafia household.

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