Sold To The Mafia Don

It was quiet for several minutes and I just sat there staring at him, waiting for a response.

"You're not going." He finally said.

"But-"

"Mirabel, I said you are not going anywhere."

I got on my feet, ready to pour my heart out.

"Mr Romano, I worked hard to get that place to what it is. And it is unfair that you expect me to discard everything I worked for just to be stuck in this suffocating place. Do you not have a heart?!" 

"It's made of stone." He said coldly.

His response made me speechless. 

All I could do was cry.

"Mira, if you want to bake, I have kitchen that is three times the size of that shop with all the utilities you could only dream of back there. Go in there and bake."

I had to admit it was a good idea but I really just wanted to go somewhere familiar. It had been a month. My shop had been closed down and I barely had any money.

I looked at my bank account and it was practically empty.

"Jace- Mr Romano," I immediately corrected myself. "This isn't fair to me." I said softly, feeling my heart break with every word.

He sighed. "Okay. What do you want?"

"I just want to go home. Even just for a bit. I hate it here." I admitted to him. My lips puckered and more hot tears spilled out of my eyes.

"I have my reasons for not letting you leave this place." He stated firmly.

"But you can send some guards with me. I won't try to run away. I promise."

I did plan on running away but I needed to gain his trust first.

He let out another sigh. It sounded like I had put him in a tight spot.

"I'll think about it. Can you stop crying already?" He said, looking uncomfortable.

He handed me a handkerchief to wipe my face with, awkwardly rubbed my shoulder and left the room.

Who would have thought that a man like Jace Romano could be moved by tears? I certainly did not think so.

Maybe I had found the perfect way to rope him around my fingers after all. Maybe.

I did not see him for the rest of the day.

By the time I woke up the next morning he was still nowhere to be found. I wondered if he was even in the premises.

He was always so secretive about everything and I was basically clueless about everything he did. I only knew what the internet could offer about who he was. So I was practically lost.

I went down for breakfast and saw that he was not there but his mother was.

"Donna," I bowed my head a little to acknowledge he.

She looked up from her plate and nodded back.

"Free as a bird huh?" She said referring to when I was trapped in his room. 

"I'm not so sure about that." I said as I sat down. "But a win is a win I guess."

"Hmm," she hummed, still chewing on her food. "Jace left not too long ago. He said something about you being a baker."

Knowing her, I was sure she knew that already so maybe she just wanted to hear it from me.

"Yes, I own a small bakery in the smaller part of town." 

"I assume that's where he met you." She said.

I hesitated. "Jace and I never... met."

"Oh. My bad."

"Yeah," I swallowed and decided it was about time I started to eat too. I was famished.

"Would you like bake to something for me?"

She was Donna Carmela. That was not a request. It was an order.

"Okay. What would you like?"

She shrugged, "Maybe biscuits. Something we can have tea with."

"We?" I questioned, just to be sure I heard correctly.

"Yes. I have a guest coming."

"Alright then." I said with a nod.

"Everything you need is in the kitchen. The staff there would help you out."

She got on her feet and left the room. I finished up my meal quickly and entered the kitchen.

I had never been in here before and it was way bigger than I anticipated. This was my dream kitchen. I should have expected nothing less from a billionaire gangster like Jace Romano but I was stunned regardless.

The staff were very helpful. They told me the kind of biscuits Donna Carmela liked and how much of everything to put. I could never have pulled it off without their help.

I could not imagine what her reaction would have been if I messed anything up. She seemed indifferent about my existence and my marriage to her son. I did not expect her to be nice and lovey dovey considering the circumstances surrounding my marriage to the don. 

In all honesty, I could not tell if Donna Carmela liked me or not and it somehow put me in a tight spot. But as long as she was not necessarily mean to me, I had to take it as something positive I guess.

I served the biscuits on a nice platter and placed the teacups and little kettle filled with hot water and headed to the east wing.

I was let in by the guard in front of her door. He did not look familiar though so I took it he was a new member of the staff. Besides there was no way I could possibly know all of them if I barely left my room.

I got in and heard light laughter coming from the kitchen area.

I walked in that direction and was stunned by the sight of her guest.

It was none other than Caterina Castillo.