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

Chapter thirty nine

It had been two days since she fell asleep. Francesca was scared, and even more scared that Luigi wasn't flipping out as expected.

She was even more suspicious when the doctor came to administer the drugs and didn't tell her what they were.

He was under the instructions of the Don not to say anything.

Two bottles that he always kept with him. One spoon from each.

'Can you please at least tell me what you're treating her for?',

'Donna you know I can't, not if I value my life',

'Yes, but she's asleep. Whatever you're giving her is keeping her that way. So it's just me, you know I would never say anything to endanger anyone',

'It's poison Donna, and from the look on your face I just confirmed a suspicion. This conversation never happened Donna ',

She sank into her seat and buried her face in her hands.

'What's happening Lord? Why now? We've been hit with a lot of things in times past but this is new, and honestly scary. Why ? I can only ask why? Please protect my family. Please help us navigate this with your wisdom. We are not the best people but you love us all the same. Please wake Sarah soon. I have a feeling she was brought here for this purpose, but then it might just be a feeling.

Send us help in the only way that you can. In Jesus name, amen ',

After praying out loud she lifted her head , moved her hair out of her face before going to dab Sarah's face with a wet cloth.

By night time when everyone was asleep, Luigi sat next to Sarah watching her sleep.

He'd beat his father thoroughly. The man didn't fight back, but his words had troubled him.

Blow after blow was delivered, just as he'd been taught as a boy by yours truly. Paying attention to specific places to cause the greatest amount of pain imaginable.

Laughter.

That was what he got out of Donovan.

'I see I've taught you well. Do carry on, one more blow to the gut and you'd get me coughing up blood-', he delivered the blow and true enough he coughed up blood.

'There you go', he gave another laugh but a cough covered it. He spat the blood out.

Too many cuts and bruises covered his body. Bones were yet to be broken though, he'd start on those tomorrow.

At least with his limbs.

'Just look at yourself, how far you're willing to go for a girl', the way he spat the word girl you'd think it was a curse.

Luigi gave him an amused look.

'Of course father, I do this all for a girlll', he stretched it to annoy him further.

'What's even more pathetic is that you think you can have her. Very pathetic indeed',

'You're getting delusional with age, Incase your eyes are falling you I have her. She's right here in the building ',

'Argh yes, bodily present. Anyone with a gun can easily do that-', he coughed up more blood.

'I'd save my energy if I were you, your week of hell is barely on its second date', he smirked at Donovan.

'Of course, but as your father I think it's time I burst that bubble of hope you're hanging on to ',

'Of course ', came his sarcastic response

'Its a wonder you all think my father had a happy marriage with my mother. The bullet I put in his head was long overdue.

As the story goes he loved her, his version of love that is. But one blissful afternoon he came home and shot her. Right between her eyes in my presence, told me to get up. That it was time for my training as the heir.

I was nine, never forgot how her eyes were fixed in death.

She was just like little Sarah out there. Church girl taken from her home and forced into the life.

It was later that day that he sat in his study to mourn what he did. Apparently he was overcome with his love for her that he had to kill her. The next day he came home with little Scarlett.

Hating her came naturally, he killed my source of love and gave her all of his. That was why he let her get involved with the church by the way. But I digress.

Send that girl home if you think you love her. If this life doesn't kill her, you definitely would. As they say, history always repeats itself ', he gave a deranged laugh after that.

'Well then history would have to go through me to get to her'.

Nobody was going to hurt her, and nobody was taking her away from him.

Again he caressed her cheeks and kissed her lips before leaving.

****
Mrs Russo watched her son with Sarah.

As soon as he left she knelt beside her on the bed and continued her midnight prayers.

She didn't know how, but she knew a miracle was needed to stop what she'd dreamt about. A blood bath was coming inside the famiglia.

As she prayed Sarah stirred.

She quickly touched her forehead, the steady fever seemed to be breaking.

She continued her prayers till 3am in the morning when she laid on the other side of the bed should Sarah require any assistance.

Meanwhile in Sarah's dream;

She felt something tickle through her lips straight to her throat such that she instinctively swallowed.

So it continued, till she felt warmth against her lips. Almost like a kiss.

But who was kissing her?

Why couldn't she see the person clearly when she opened her eyes?

She tried blinking the blurriness away but the more she blinked the more she felt sleepy. Fighting it wasn't helping.

Then again she'd wake up in a room that looked like the Don's office where they usually had their meals.

A cup would always be infront of her, a calm voice always encouraged her to drink from the cup.

For some reason she trusted the voice.

The voice always spoke afterwards but today she heard it clearly, 'this is my blood poured out for you. As you drink this cup remember me'.

She jerked awake.

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