Sold To The Mafia Don

I met up with Charlotte at a restaurant after my bags were dropped in the car I came with. I had to follow them because I was not allowed to be left alone without protection.

I missed being free to walk around the mall without attracting any attention to myself.

I entered the restaurant and took my seat opposite Charlotte. I told the guards to order whatever they wanted as they sat at a table. They declined, stating that they weren't allowed to eat while on the clock. I insisted and they had their seats but were still high on alert.

"I'm sorry but who is your husband?"

I paused at the question. "Uh, why do you ask?"

"You have three hunky men following you around, you're shopping designer stuff and to top it off, I saw you pay with a black card. I have to be curious." She listed out with a shrug.

Her curiosity was understandable but I wasn't sure how to tell her who I was married to because she would want to know more. 

Our meals came just then and that was a welcome distraction. It was then I realized just how hungry I was. I had not eaten anything all day and the food smelt heavenly. 

I dug in without wasting time and savored every bit of the meal while trying to buy myself time. 

She was clearly enjoying her plate too, hopefully enough to forget about the question she asked earlier. 

My phone rang just then. My eyes widened at the caller ID.

I drank a bit of water before picking up.

"Hello?"

"Who are you having lunch with?"

My eyes went to the guards as I frowned. Those snitches! They looked away as soon as they saw my eyes on them.

"She's a friend." I said in a clipped tone.

"Be careful of the kind of information you share with that 'friend'. Hurry up and get home." He said and hung up before I could say anything else.

God, I hated this man so much. I felt like a child with strict parents who wouldn't let you do anything without their permission. It was so frustrating, I wanted to scream. But that would only cause a scene.

I simply smiled as I stared at Charlotte who was looking at me with curiosity written all over her face.

"That was my husband. He misses me so I need to start heading home." I said with a stiff smile.

"So soon? We haven't even talked enough." She pouted.

"I know," I sighed, still forcing my smile hoping it would look as natural as possible.

"Are you reopening your bakery anytime soon or you're still on your honeymoon?" She asked, wiggling her brows in a teasing manner.

I chuckled. "Um, about that..."

I knew it would break her heart to hear that I was not running my business anymore. I had to think fast.

"I work from home now." I blurted out before I could stop myself. I gave her my new number and told her to text me her order whenever she needed my services and I would have it delivered to her.

If that was then only way I could leave the house then I had to take my chance. 

"Sounds great. Take care and congrats again!" She said as she waved me off.

"You too. Thank you," I said back as I walked away.

My mood immediately soured as I remembered I was being led back to my cage. I loved the taste of freedom I just had for the first time in several weeks.

I just hoped Charlotte would order soon so I could find a reason to get out of the house again.

I sat in the back of the car and stared outside the window all through, enjoying the scenery while I could. 

My mind trailed to my brother. From Charlotte's description, he seemed miserable in my absence. I missed him and I needed to see him.

I wondered if asking him to visit was a bad idea. I was not sure. 

In about half an hour, we approached the towering gates of the Romano estate. I heaved a sigh. 

I was back to prison.

~

Walking into the house, I was stunned to see Jace at home, downstairs for that matter. He was just coming out of the gym, he had a towel hung over his shoulders. He wasn't putting on a shirt and my eyes stayed stuck to his chiseled abs. 

I swallowed, feeling myself becoming hot. Was the AC working or was it just me?

What the heck was wrong with me? Who gets attracted to their captor?

I could not deny that he was a good looking man but it still could not change the fact that he was the devil's twin.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself." He said.

The sound of his voice brought me back to reality. 

"Yes I enjoyed the taste of freedom you finally let me have." I said sarcastically.

"You're welcome." He said and started walking up the stairs.

"I never said thank you."

"I know," He said, giving me a once over as he paused on the stairs. "There are other ways you can do that."

I gasped, looking around because I was sure the guards heard that and surely understood what he implied.

This man has no shame, I thought. 

I could swear he was smirking as he climbed up the stairs.

Instead of following him, I found my way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I could have requested for someone to get me one but for some reason I did not want to be up in the same room with him just yet.

"Don probably really likes her,"

"No. I don't think so. He just wants to try something different. She's not his type."

"And he decided to get married? Don't you see he always wears his wedding band? He's loyal."

"I think they're actually in love but just faking their fights for us. You know they always think we're spies."

"Maybe."

I heard the different voices as I approached the kitchen. They immediately got back to work as soon I got in. I picked up my bottle of water from the fridge and left quickly.

As I walked back to the room, I almost laughed at all their assumptions. 

Loyal? 

Someone like Jace Romano could never be loyal. I believed he had mistresses in every country. He could afford it.

And to be honest, I did not care.