Sold To The Mafia Don

She was upset with me. I could tell. But right now I could care less about an angry woman. I had more pressing matters to attend to.

We were led to the bedroom I usually stayed in whenever I visited. The guard opened the door for me. I went in quietly.

Mira came in shortly after, dumping her handbag on the closest chair. I could feel her the anger radiating from her body.

What she needed to realize was that this wasn't New York, USA. This was Rome and we were in the Romano stronghold. This house had too many eyes, even more knives. And while I was the overall head, I still had rivals amongst my family members.

My phone rang, interrupting the silence.

"Mother."

"How was your flight?"

"Smooth. As always." I said.

"Good."

"Are you going to be able to make it?"

"I raised you well enough to handle them on your own, Jace." She answered, her voice was cold as ice.

"Of course. I was just asking."

"Good. Take care then."

"Take care," I said back and hung up.

I turned around at the sound of running water in the bathroom. 

Intrigued by the thought of seeing her sexy body yet again, I took off my clothes and decided to join her in the shower.

She looked at me, unsurprised as I walked in. Then she looked away and continued scrubbing her body furiously.

I took a long look at her. I decided to look at her closely for the first time. I loved the way her brown hair was slicked back when wet and rested below her waist. Her slim waist looked like something one of my hands could hold. 

Mira was sexy without trying too hard and it drove me crazy how someone could be so effortlessly beautiful. 

Of course I had never told her that. I did not need her getting ideas. She would think I was going soft and take me for granted. They always did. Besides, if anyone knew or saw that she was possibly my weakness, they would use her to get to me. I did not need that kind of baggage on me right now.

I picked up the shower gel she was using and rubbed it over myself still looking into her eyes. 

"You're really not going to speak to me anymore?" I asked. 

She ignored me.

I was not used to being ignored. It was typically the other way around me. This woman did not fear me. And weirdly enough, I found it very attractive. 

"Mira." I called out her name, loving the way it rolled off my tongue every single time.

"Can you just let me be? You've done more than enough to annoy me for one day. I'm tired and hungry and I really don't want to argue with you anymore. I do not have the energy."

Tired of her venting, I covered her mouth with my hand. 

"I didn't expect you to be a yapper." I said with a slight chuckle.

Her eyes narrowed at me. 

I inwardly sighed. She was even more upset now. 

She tried to get my hand off her mouth but I held it in place until she bit me. I barely felt it.

"I hate you." She said bitterly after I took my hand off.

"I know." I smirked, enjoying her anger. She looked cute whenever she was upset and she did not even realize it. 

She tried to leave. I held her back and spanked her ass cheek. She glared at me. 

Then I watched her storm out of the bathroom, hurling cuss words in Italian. 

I couldn't help but chuckle again. This was the highlight of my day. It took the nerves off me. 

I took my shower and left the bathroom few minutes after.

Mira was having dinner by the time I came out.

I had them bring up her food because I didn't want her meeting anyone yet. 

I went downstairs to join the rest of them for dinner.

As I walked down, I tried to mentally prepare for meeting up with them. 

I got to the table and saw all of them seated in their usual order. As the head, my seat was left bare while they sat on opposite sides.

"Buona sera a tutti. I hope no one started planning my funeral while I was away." I said. (Good evening everyone.)

My father's second younger brother, Uncle Pietro, was the first to welcome me.

"Benvenuto!" He exclaimed. Of course he was drunk as always. Pietro used to be feared but now he seemed to be the laughing stock of the family. (Welcome!)

"You're late." Uncle Ricardo, my father's immediate younger brother said. 

"It's nice to see you too, Uncle." I said with forced politeness.

I turned to my aunt, Giuletta Romano-Valente. She had her usual frown and was as usual, overdressed for dinner. 

"Hello Aunt Giuletta,"

"Where's your wife?" She asked, barely acknowledging my greeting as she scowled. 

"She's tired. It was a long flight and I'm letting her sleep." I answered calmly.

"You picked a lazy one." Her daughter, Lucia said. 

I looked up at her sternly. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. 

I was going to deal with her later. 

I turned to face my two other cousins. 

Enzo Romano and Dario Romano.

Enzo was around my age and the son of my uncle, Ricardo. He was a charmer and sometimes managed to grate on my nerves. 

Dario was Uncle Pietro's son. Quiet and honestly quite the opposite of his obnoxious father. I guessed we had his mother to thank for that. He hardly spoke but was very observant. Our relationship was cordial. No beef or at least none that I knew of.

I decided to sit and take my place as the head of the table. 

For now, I just wanted to eat and rest. I would worry about them meeting Mira tomorrow.

~~~

I went into the library after dinner. It had been so long since I got in here. I sat at the desk. 

I remembered how my father used to sit here anytime we visited Rome. And as a teenager, he would tell me to prepare myself cause I would sit here soon someday. Someday came sooner than I anticipated it to.

I heard a knock and when the person came, I fought back a groan.

He had a boyish grin on his face. He still looked like the annoying kid I used to fight with back then.

"What is it Enzo?" I asked, knowing he came here with a purpose. 

"Don Romano of the Italian Mafia is letting a woman yell at him?" He mocked me with his laughter. 

My jaw clenched. Those stupid staff had gone on to snitch about my argument with Mira in the car on the way here. Now they were trying to undermine my authority? How dare they?!

My grip on the book I was holding tightened.

"I can't wait to meet this woman who holds such power over you." He smirked.

"You sent your staff to spy on me?"

He shrugged, "They were just gathering intel cuz. It's not that deep."

My eyes bored straight into his as I said, "Enjoy it while you can." 

He may not have fully grasped my statement. But he would find out why I said that soon.