Sold To The Mafia Don Chapter 70 ~ Mira

I nearly cussed under my breath as I saw them walk in like they owned the place.

After my last encounter with his family, I looked forward to the idea of not seeing them often.

Fixing my face, I imdiately sported a smile as they got closer.

"Uncle Ricardo, welco."

"Mira," he answered like he was forced to.

I paid him no mind as I turned to his dick of a son, Enzo.

"Hello Enzo. Welco." I said.

He grinned widely as he said, "The one and only beautiful, Mira,"

My skin crawled as he too my hand and kissed my knuckles.

"Show them to the guestrooms," Jace said to the staff, thankfully stepping in and putting his arm protectively around my waist.

I kept the fake smile until they were out of sight. Then I turned to Jace.

"Why didn’t you tell they were coming?" I questioned in a rushed whisper.

He shrugged. "Didn’t think it was necessary."

I half expected him to say sothing along the lines of them showing up unannounced. But the other half that was well aware of his nonchalance and this was totally expected of him though unfair.

"I hate you it when you do stuff like this. It throws off balance." I muttered.

"You’re a don’s wife, Mira. You’re supposed to expect the unexpected." He said in a dismissive tone and walked off.

I fud, glaring at him as he walked up the stairs.

Yup. Everyday this man gave more reasons to hate him more and more.

I turned to the staff, wondering why they were staring at .

"The chef wanted to know if-"

I didn’t let her finish.

"I’m not making anything. Tell him to make sure our guests are well fed." I said and stord up the stairs.

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I stayed in my room for the most part of the day. I was hell bent on avoiding Jace’s family for as long as I possibly could because as long as they were here, it ant more drama. Everything that happened in Ro was still fresh in my mory.

They were a bunch of ssed up people and I wanted nothing to do with them. They did not like very much either so it was a fair ga. wanting to leave was absolutely justified.

Dinnerti ca and I had no choice but to go down and join them.

I heaved deep breaths and continued practicing my polite smile.

"On the bright side, Giuletta isn’t here." I said to encourage myself. That woman hated my guts more than anything and I was more thankful that her and that bitchy daughter of hers were absent.

I applied my lip gloss slowly. Anything to buy myself ti.

"You can’t hide forever."

I scread so loud, it was almost enough to make the mirror in front of break.

"How the hell did you get in here?!"

"The door wasn’t locked. You need to work on survival instincts." He said calmly.

"I do not belong your world."

"The world out there is still a dangerous place Mira and you’re an easy target."

"Because I’m a fragile woman?" I retorted. Even though he was right, I was offended by the insinuation.

He sighed. "It’s dinnerti. Let’s go."

"I’ll co down when I’m ready."

"I’m not going downstairs without you." He retorted.

"Scared to face your own family?" I mocked him.

"Don’t push it young lady."

"Okay old man." I said, fighting back a smile.

He looked away but not in ti to hide his own smile. When he faced again, he had his stern poker face own. The perfect actor! He was in the wrong career for real.

"Let’s go." He left no room for argunts so I walked ahead of him, refusing to take his hand.

He caught up with in no ti and placed his palm on the small of my back as we went downstairs and found our way to the dining area where unfortunately, they were all seated.

The tension in the room was palpable as we walked in.

Surprisingly, Jace pulled out my seat for before sitting down on his.

I sat down after saying hello to my mother inlaw and everyone else seated at the table. I ignored the leering look Enzo gave even though I wanted to pluck out his eye with a fork.

We ate in silence. No small talk. Nothing. It was awkward.

I missed when I would have dinner with my family and it would be loud and animated even though my mother would yell that we should not speak at the table. We never listened because our father was the number one culprit. Those were the good tis.

"Earth to, Mira."

I jolted out of my reverie when Donna Carla snapped a finger in my face.

"Yes?" I said, puzzled and lost on what they were saying because all eyes were on .

"Ricardo was asking about your baking business." She said, gesturing at him as he stared at with a plain look.

I fought back a frown. Why would he ask about sothing like that? Was he finally taking an interest in and accepting as his nephew’s wife or sothing? was taken aback by the question but I was going to answer anyways.

"Um, what about it?"

"How long have you been a baker? And as the don’s wife, do you still do the business?"

I slowly dropped my cutlery. Why did this sound like a bunch of interview questions?

"Uh, I started my business back in college." I said. "And, I still take orders from ti to ti."

"A very dosticated wife I see." He humd. I heard the mockery in his tone.

"And there’s nothing wrong with that." Jace cut in before I could form a response.

Ricardo chuckled dryly. "You want a liability so you can feel superior huh?"

"With all due respect Uncle Ricardo, you need to watch it. This is my house and I would not let you disrespect my wife."

It felt refreshing to see him defending . I almost smiled. Almost. But I had to keep it together.

"Okay everyone. Let’s all calm down," Enzo said, sporting that annoying charming smile of his.

"We can all see why Jace chose her. She’s a sight for sore eyes." He even had the audacity to wink.

"Flirt with my wife one more ti, and you’d be eating your balls for breakfast." Jace warned him in a lethal tone.

I let myself smile this ti.

Yeah, Enzo. What my husband said!