Sold To The Mafia Don Chapter 36 ~ Jace

I fired a shot once. Then another and another, all in the space of ten seconds.

I watched the body drop to the ground in fulfillnt even as blood splashed everywhere and stained my white T-shirt.

I had taken it upon myself to shoot this spy with my very own hands.

He had been caught trying to pass more info to the Castillos and when my attention was called to it, I knew I had to see for myself.

"Clean this up" I said as I walked away from the torture room to take a call.

It was Tomas.

"Don,"

"What’s going on?"

"The Castillos tried intercepting one of our shipnts but we have it under control. Lorenzo poached so of our clients."

"That motherfucker." I cussed under my breath almost wishing I had killed him when I had the chance.

"We’re working on a retaliation. I hope you weren’t affected by the attack in Ro."

"Not at all. I just killed the spy who ratted out my location." I told him clenching my jaw at the reminder.

"Those motherfuckers." He cussed as well. "When do you get back?"

"Soon. I need to put so things in order." I responded.

"How’s the Mrs holding up?"

I thought about Mira for a fleeting mont.

"She’s fine I guess," I answered with a shrug.

"People have been asking about her. They’ve been trying to track down her past." He told .

"What?"

I was stunned by that piece of information but then I also expected it.

"Yes." Tomas concurred..

"Take care of it." I ordered.

"Yes, Don."

"Anything else?"

I could tell he had sothing more to say. I had known him for that long.

"The police have started sniffing around Navarro again."

I sighed. These people never got a hint.

"Speak to the accountant. Pay soone high up to get them off my back."

"On it."

That was the end of the conversation. I hung up.

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I walked down the stone path leading to the back of the castle. I went through the gardens and eventually got to the place I so badly wanted to be since I got here.

My father’s grave.

It was well tended to as always. He was buried next to my grandfather and grandmother. I barely rembered my father’s parents but from the little I know, they were a vicious couple that made the Romano empire what it is. Kudos to them.

Focusing on why I was there in the first place, I faced the my father’s grave stone. My eyes trailed over what was written there.

’’Don Vittorio Romano.

Beloved Husband. Fierce Father. Ruthless Leader. May his legacy never be questioned.’’

I chuckled every ti I got to read this. He wrote this by himself long before his demise. My mother made sure it was written.

I squatted, getting a closer view of his frad photograph that hung on the wall. I would never admit it out loud but I missed that stern face of his, his firm baritone and his no nonsense deanor. And even though he was very hard on as his first son, I appreciated those rigorous trainings that I thought would take my life at so point.

"I am raising you to lead this family when I am gone. You cannot be a weakling." He would say to anyti I was bold enough to complain about being exhausted.

I started shooting guns from a very young age. By eleven I was learning to perfect my aim. By the ti I was thirteen, I was able to hold the gun with one hand.

"Don Vittorio. The man who ruled with an iron fist." I started off. "You’re gone now but I’m the one bleeding."

"I hope you would proud of Papa." I rasped out feeling an odd sensation in my chest as I tried to breath.

I was not a man of many words just like he had schooled to be. I carried so much weight on my shoulders from when he passed. There were tis I wanted to drop everything and run away but if I failed, I would be a disgrace to the legacy he had built. I had big shoes to fill and despite the fact that it had been years since I filled his shoes, I didn’t think I was doing it well enough. Every now and then I wondered what he would say if he was here to see all that was going on.

If I flopped, I would fail my mother, I would fail the entire Romano lineage, I would fail even my wife whom I had vowed to protect. Mira may not have been able to grasp why I wanted her in my life. I did not want to get married to another rigid and bitter woman of mafia descent. I had had enough of that.

I needed soone as oblivious and innocent as her by my side so I could at least say I had sothing pure and untainted. She felt like my redemption. But I didn’t know how to express that without looking weak.

No I was not in love. I was intrigued by the thought of having soone like her by my side to ease of the day’s struggles. I did not need a rival as my woman.

If I had married Caterina I would still be on my toes because her father could launch a takeover at any ti and I would be either blindsided or constantly guarded. I did not want that for myself.

I needed Mira to be the one good thing I had.

"See you another ti, Papa." I said giving him a salute.

I didn’t know when I would be back in Ro again especially with all that happened during this trip but whenever I did co back, I hoped I would not be back here feeling like a disappointnt to my father’s legacy.

The Castillos may be winning the battle right now. But when the war cos, it would be total extinction for their entire lineage.

That was a promise.