Sold To The Mafia Don

Jace Romano barged into the room in the middle of the night while I was binge watching a series on Netflix. 

I was startled when he came in because I was not expecting him to come back tonight. I could perceive the smell of alcohol and cigarettes as he walked in and my nose scrunched up.

"You're awake. Good." He said, approaching the bed.

"Pack your stuff we're heading to Rome first thing in the morning."

"Rome? Why?"

"No questions, Mira!" He snapped. 

I flinched at his tone.

"Just do as you're told." He added coldly.

I got on my feet and entered the closet to do as I was told. I had no idea what to pack so I just picked a bunch of random stuff - clothes, shoes, jewelry an toiletry. I didn't even know how long we would be staying but I was too scared to speak because he looked really upset. I didn't want him to even hear me breathe.

I looked up as he brought a first aid kit out of a drawer. That was when I noticed the bruises on his fingers and his face.

"Did you get into a fight?" I spoke before I could stop myself.

He turned to look at me for a second and then faced the mirror again. He was not going to answer me. I knew from the way his jaw was set and the rage in his eyes.

"Let me help you with that." I offered.

How silly of me to do that.

I took his hand and tried to help him wrap the bandage but he snatched it from me like my touch burned. I flinched again, slightly this time. 

"Do as you're told. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." His words sliced through me like a blade

I was too stunned to speak. Well that's what I get for not minding my business and letting my emotions control me instead of my brain.

He could get himself bruised, battered and even killed for all I cared. I was never going to express concern for him again.

After packing the different things I could manage to think of, I thought about asking if I could help him pack but I decided against it. I did not want to get shunned again.

He left the closet and when I came out, he was already in bed laying under the covers. 

I had never slept before him so it felt weird to get in bed after him. 

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I barely enjoyed my sleep when I heard him get up. It wasn't daybreak yet. I couldn't exactly know what time it was since the curtains were always sealed shut. I felt him tap on my shoulder once and when I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me.

"Wake up, we leave in an hour." He said and walked away. From the smell of his cologne, I knew he was dressed and I was probably the one holding him back.

I dragged myself out of bed, hating how I had to have my sleep interrupted because of an impromptu trip to Rome, Italy.

I took a quick shower and slid on the beige lounge wear I picked up and put aside last night. 

I applied some lip gloss after moisturizing my face. Then I put my hair in a ponytail. After that, I rolled out my suitcase. He was sitting on the couch waiting for me.

"Ready?"

I nodded. 

"Words."

"Yes I am." I said with a huff. I was not a morning person so I hated having to speak so early in the day.

"Come on," He said and walked ahead of me.

Surprising, he took my suitcase out of my hand.

I followed him as he carried it down the stairs until one of the staff took it out of his hand and took it to the vehicle.

I was shocked to see him getting into the driver's seat of the car we were supposed to ride in. I slid into the passenger seat beside him. I had never seen him drive so this was a whole new experience for me.

The drive to what I assumed was the airport was quiet. It was still dark. I still felt sleepy. He was not a man of many words and to be very honest, there was nothing for us to speak about.

It was not shocking to me that he was a good driver and quite a rough one at that. It was a good thing I fastened my seatbelt as he sped on the highway which was nearly void of cars because it was still very early.

We finally arrived at a private hangar.

This was the billionaire, Jace Romano, of course he was flying private. How silly of me to think that he was going to fly with a commercial airline. He was not one to go through lines, he instead paved his own path. Typical.

He parked and I stepped out of the vehicle. I followed him like a lost puppy into the waiting lounge as his staff prepared the jet for take off.

I sat there, playing games on my phone and scrolling through social media while he made different calls.

I half expected his friend, Tomas, to be here but from the looks it was just me and him going. I hadn't seen Tomas since the party from weeks before. I really enjoyed his company and looked forward to seeing him again.

I shrugged at the thought. It was too late now.

It was about half an hour later before we were led to the jet.

I held back a gasp as my eyes took in the fancy interiors of the place. It was gorgeous.

I never thought I'd experience flying first class on a plane, a private jet seemed like a stretch but here I was. It took everything in me to not take a picture.

No one was supposed to know who I was married to and the kind of life I was living. It seemed too risky and for some reason, I feared I'd be an easy target because of him.

My instincts proved to be right.