Sold To The Mafia Don

"Okay."

My eyes went wide when he agreed. I know I had insisted but I did not expect him to agree so easily. 

"You have one week." He added.

I shook my head in disagreement. "I need it to be permanent."

"You don't get to decide that."

"But-"

"You have one week with a room all to yourself. If you play nice, I might extend it." He cut me off and yawned after speaking.

That was the first time he seemed like a human being to me. It was way past midnight and he looked tired. It had been an eventful night and here I was making him exhausted instead of letting the man sleep.

He went into the bathroom after that, I changed into my pajamas and slid under the covers to catch some sleep. I did not realize how tired I was until my back hit the bed.

~

I woke up quite late. His side of the bed was empty which was not unusual because he was an early riser. I went into the bathroom shortly after I realized that glass and everything about the broken vanity had been cleared up. How did they do all that without me hearing a thing?

I was just done freshening up when a knock on the door came in. I got on my feet and headed to the door to see one of the maids holding a tray.

"Good morning Mrs Romano."

"Good morning." I answered despite the fact that I was confused. 

"This is your breakfast."

I frowned in confusion, "Why am I having breakfast here?"

"Um," she immediately looked nervous.

The guard beside her spoke up.

"Don Romano has left strict instructions that you are not allowed to leave this room until he returns."

"What?"

"He left for Puerto Rico this morning and dropped these instructions."

"What?!" My ears were hot. "When is he coming back?"

"No idea madam."

"I'm not staying trapped in here. I order you to let me pass." I said firmly.

"Sorry ma'am. But the Don's orders are final."

I could not believe what I was hearing.

"I'm not hungry anymore. You can take the food away."

"But-" The maid tried to speak.

I lost my cool just then. "Take it away!!!" I yelled and slammed the door in their faces.

~

My phone rang hours later after several knocks from different people telling me I needed to eat something or Don Romano would have their heads.

"Hello. Who is this?" I said, sounding upset.

"You're starving yourself my wife. Do you miss me that much?"

There and then I realized I did not even have my husband's number. Proof of how sick this union is. 

"You're an asshole!" I spat out angrily.

"Tell me something I don't know." He laughed.

"You are so freaking manipulative. I hate you so much!" I screamed and nearly threw my phone away but for the fact that I needed to be able to speak to my brother and this was the only way I could be sane while this asshole kept me trapped in this room until his return.

I could tell he was smiling like the fulfilled psycho that he was.

"Eat something okay? I need you to be healthy for me."

"What if I don't want to be healthy? What if I rather die than be with you?" 

He was quiet. I had finally made Jace Romano speechless. I almost smiled in triumph.

"Trust me, you don't mean that. Eat something so I don't have to come back and make you." 

I snubbed him.

"I mean it, Mira."

I hung up and blocked him from calling me. 

Shortly after the call ended, another knock came. I got on my feet, realizing that starving myself was quite pointless right now and maybe because I feared that Jace would make good his threat.

I opened the door and took the tray from the same help that I yelled at in the morning.

"Sorry for yelling at you earlier." I apologized promptly.

"I understand ma'am. It's not easy being trapped in one place against your will." She smiled.

She did not look a day over twenty. She was young and I wondered how she found herself working in such a place. I thought to befriend her but decided against it. She could be one of the people asked to keep an eye on me by Jace.

"Thanks."

I took the tray in and sat down to eat my meal as I watched some movies on TV. I might as well make the most of my 'room arrest'.

I looked through some of my messages on social media. Some of my old friends were asking where I was, even my customers.

It was then it hit me that I had not baked anything in forever because I was carried away by trying to get out of this trap of a marriage.

Baking was all I knew how to do. It was what had been my solace when my parents died. It was what I used to see myself through my college degree asides the scholarship I had. And it was how I managed to take care of my little brother who still turned out to be reckless no matter how much I tried too keep him from trailing the same path our father did. He was a true son of our father because he never listened just like our dad.

I was worried that now that I was away and unable to monitor his activities, he would get into more trouble. I just hoped he would learn a hard lesson now that I had to take the fall for him by marrying the devil himself.

I scoffed at the reminder of how Jace had played me. I foolishly believed him when he said I would have my own room for a week only for him to sly me like this.

I was upset again.

"I really need to find a way out of this," I said out loud as I laid on the bed and stared up at the high ceiling.