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

Chapter thirty four

She combed her hair in preparation for the night. The few days her family had been around had been impactful.

The soothing balm that was time spent with family, coupled with the message Papa had shared had her content in a way.

Your voice might be all that person needs to be saved.

Those words.

In these few days Mama had managed to gather the maids for prayers first thing in the morning.

3:30am they gathered for a fifteen minute prayer before they embarked on their daily routines.

Short but effective. And not compulsory.

They'd started small, now they looked forward to it daily.

She had a sinking feeling whenever she thought about Luigi's reaction to this new development. Mrs Russo hadn't minded it, she even joined them frequently. But Luigi, he was a totally different aspect to consider.

He was due back in two weeks. Hopefully she'd be ready by then for whatever he would unleash when he got here.

Morning came and so did their devotion. As they finished everyone scattered to their duty post. They went for their usual training, after which they gathered at the front of the house to bid her family good bye.

After the teary good byes she turned to return to the house when she noticed Laura going off.

'Laura? Where are you off to?',

'To the farm, I'm to overlook the books-',

'You guys have a farm here? Can I come?',

'I guess',

'Thank you thank you thank you', she rushed to change her gown into riding clothes. They rode off to the farm which was a little distance outskirts of the property.

The guards were hard to miss, but that wasn't why she was here.

Soon Laura went off to the office area while Sarah went straight to the farm.

She found a way to get busy and before long she was sent for to come in and take a break.

After the tea break she returned there where she found some apples ripe enough to make pies with. She gathered what she felt she needed to make for a lot of people, two baskets full later they were on their way home.

Later that night she settled in the kitchen and began the task of prepping for the pies. She wanted them to have them for breakfast the next morning.

The clock ticking was the only sound in the kitchen before there was a change in the atmosphere. She felt before she saw whoever that stepped into the kitchen.

Her breathe hitched when she saw the person that came in to be Don Donovan. Something about him unsettled her greatly.

'Don', she greeted as she stood to her feet praying that he left her alone or at least someone who could intervene came into the kitchen.

'Working late I see, trying to win the affections of your new staff? There are more effective ways of gaining their loyalty. A bullet to the head of one random person usually does the trick', she physically paled.

'Oh calm down little thing, it was only a piece of advice ', then he gave a cynical laugh.

Sarah was scared.

Dear Lord please do something. She said under her breathe.

Donovan scoffed and left her to continue what she was doing.

She fell into her seat with a heavy sigh. That man needed Jesus. But one misstep on her part would lead to a blood bath that'll start with her death by his hand and end with his death by Luigi's hand.

It could all be avoided.

One day at a time.

Feeling more gathered she picked up the knife and continued from where she stopped.

Shortly before the morning prayers the pies were in the ovens baking.

After prayers she handed it over to some of the maid while she went to have a bath and get some sleep. She felt like a log.

When she woke up it was time for afternoon tea all the maids and some guards she passed said grazie Donna.

(Thank you Donna)

She smiled in response till she got to the parlor where Mrs Russo, Laura and Hosea were seated.

'Argh, the lady of the hour! Your pies are legendary!', Hosea praised making her laugh.

'Thank you fratello ',

'Come sit bambina, have some. It must have taken you hours to do this alone ', Mrs Russo beckoned her to one of the seats.

'Yes it did, we usually cook like this during the holidays for the townsfolk. If we have help fine, if we don't we do it alone. I'm glad you're enjoying it',

'Laura says you picked the apples yourself, you must be really hardworking ',

She laughed at that. Picking apples wasn't what she considered a chore.

After the tea she suddenly felt tired and went to her room where she soon slept off.

Something woke her up, a quick glance around her room showed nothing. Except that window that was open again.

She stood up, closed it and went to join the rest of the family for dinner.

Later that night she sat up in bed reading her journal. Somebody suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth.

'Not.a.sound!',

She played along, the moment the assailant relaxed his grip on her she attacked.

A blow to her head disoriented her momentarily, and that was enough for the assailant to have her in a chokehold.

She struggled but unconsciousness was creeping in from the lack of air.

With one last muster of energy she reared her head backwards hard. That set her free enough to run to the door and out of the room, straight to the library where she was sure she'd find Hosea.

She stumbled into a faint as soon as the door opened.

Immediately Hosea rushed to her, barely catching her before her head hit the floor.

He raised the alarm to shut down the compound.

'Come on soreilla, hang in there', he lifted her off the floor and straight to his mother's room which was closest.

'Come on soreilla, Mama call for the doctor. Hurry!',

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