Sold to the Capo-Chapter 57: THE DEATH OF A DON

ADRIANA’S POV

It had been two days. Two fucking days of silence.

Salvatore and Henry had been out more often and Val had explained that they were scouring around even though the tests came in and said the body belonged to Vincenzo.

That’s it.

I had killed the Don of the LaRosa Family, and now I was awaiting my death sentence; I had seen the looks the guards gave me any time I left the house, and it made me scared. How much longer until they knew?

They all knew about Vincenzo’s death, but they had done nothing to harm me yet, so it was either Val was keeping them on a leash, or they had other things to do and were waiting for Master LaRosa to arrive at the mansion.

Master LaRosa had said he would come to the mansion to put things in order and to find out how his son had died, and, most importantly, to appoint a new Don. So it meant that they had all concluded that Vincenzo was gone.

"Eat up" Grace’s voice broke through the haze.

I looked up through heavy eyes to look at her, she was standing at the foot of the table, a frown on her face.

"You need to eat, you know?" She gestured to the cold food on my plate.

I looked down at the food and nodded, stabbing at the meat on it before I put it in my mouth; however, I immediately gagged; the food felt like ashes going down my throat, and I dropped the fork.

"I don’t think I’m hungry," I said to her.

She had been around the house for the last two days and she had been sleeping in the house though she kept to the guest room yet she was always checking in on me and my guess was that she was to keep an eye on me since Val was busy. So far, I don’t think other Mafia dons knew about his death or they would have done something about this place.

"You’ve not eaten breakfast; Val will have my head if you don’t eat something." Grace slumped down to the seat beside me, her eyes soft with sympathy and understanding.

"I just..." I opened my mouth then I shut it again, staring down at my plate. "I’m sorry"

"Nonsense" She quickly chided.

This is how we had been going around in circles for two days. They would always tell me that it wasn’t my fault, but I couldn’t help but wonder if they hated me. They had been around Vincenzo for longer, and he was gone because of me after all.

"It’s all my fault, and I know you’ll say it’s not, but it is... I just wanted to leave" I whispered, forcing another spoonful of salad into my mouth before I quickly took a sip of water.

Grace leaned her hands on the table, watching me intently. I know I didn’t like the woman since she came here as I wasn’t sure of her use here, and I still wasn’t till now, but she was quite a comforting shadow. She wasn’t pushing me to talk about what happened in the warehouse, but she was there, just staying there, and it was comforting.

"Why don’t you tell me what happened and I’ll be the judge of that. What led to the bomb, did you know about it?" She gently probed.

There it was. The question I had been dreading. "It wasn’t his fault. I... they asked him to make a choice" I finally said. "They had strapped me to the chair with the bomb and he said they should let me go and tie him up instead. They shot him too," I whispered, unsure why I was even telling her this, but it was eating me from the inside already.

"It’s not your fault... yㅡ" she was whispering to me.

"But it’s not his either!" I cut her off. "It’s not his fault. It has to be someone’s fault and it’s not his!" I yelled suddenly.

She looked taken aback but she just nodded, agreeing with me. "Yeah, it’s not his fault." She nodded.

Sighing, I stood up with a start, my gaze fixed on nothing but space. "I have things to do" I muttered to her. "You can do whatever you want, but I don’t want any disturbances," I announced to her.

She opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off. "I don’t want any disturbances, Grace. I mean it" I said coldly before I stormed up the stairs.

To hell with all this. I didn’t want to look for my father; I would rather that Vincenzo was all right. Instead; I had enough guilt to last me a lifetime already.

Taking off my shirt, I put on a simple sports bra and collapsed on the bed; the room still smelt of him; I had only now realized how much this room was like him. His things were out of sight as he liked to keep his space clean. Val had told me to clean up his things, but I didn’t want to. Why clean it up if he was alive?

He was alive. I didn’t care that the forensics result had come back stating that it was Vincenzo. Something in me told me he was still out there but where would he have been these past days?

I sat up on the bed, staring out the window and listening to the cars leaving the mansion. Val had been really busy, and whenever she came to check on me, I felt bad for her. Her eyes were becoming dull, and she didn’t smile again; she always had a worn-out expression, and I wanted to comfort her, but something told me that wasn’t what she needed right now.

I think we all need space.

The day passed in a blur and I only came down once to grab a snack before going back to hole myself up in the room I once detested.

The next morning, I woke up feeling just as dead as I looked, took a shower, and tied my hair up in a messy bun before going down the stairs.

Surprisingly, Grace was not in the house, but when I peeped outside the window, I immediately realized why.

The atmosphere was tense, and people walked around with grim faces, not to mention that there was more activity. Something big was happening today.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door, and I jerked, startled for a second before I walked to the door and opened it.

"Hey..." Henry, who was at the door, let out an uneasy smile on seeing me.

We hadn’t spoken since that day, and I knew he felt bad because all this had happened because of us. After all, he had tried to help me leave this place.

"Hi," I rested on the door, trying to keep my expression passive.

"Valentina thought it would be better to inform you that he’s coming today" He informed, staring at me pointedly, trying to make out my reaction.

He? As in Master LaRosa?

"Has he delivered any message as to what he wants to come do here?" I asked, my voice calm surprisingly.

He scratched his neck, his gaze turning cold at that question. "That’s not important for you tㅡ"

"I’m not begging for answers, I’m asking because it’s my job to know, isn’t it? In Vincenzo’s absence, his wife takes over until a new Don is appointed, isn’t it?" I asked, my tone hard.

These past few days had let me know that I wouldn’t get anything out of this place If I didn’t stand my ground and the look of surprise on his face was priceless. "Oh... right. He said he wants to do something about you" He finally reported, his tone uncertain.

My fingers dug into my skin from how tightly I clenched my fists but my face remained the same. "Okay, thanks for the information." I nodded, closing the door before he could say anything.

I knew a few things about how the mafia worked in the past months I had spent here. If a mafia Don died, the wife and consigliere could make the decisions until the family appointed a new Don, and then the wife would either be transferred to the new Don or would be killed. My guess was that Master LaRosa wouldn’t mind either.

Gritting my teeth, I stormed up the stairs, going straight to the room and to my closet which I flung open.

My eyes first fell on the huge box and I opened it, a small smile creeping up my lips when I saw the books I had bought from the bookstore. It felt like ages ago already.

I dug around the box until I found what I was looking for. The pistol that Valentina had given me when I had just gotten here. I held the sleek cold metal in my hand, flexing my fingers around it.

When she gave it to me, I never thought I would need to use it,, but now, as I stared at it and glanced at Vincenzo’s closet, which I knew had a hidden stack of bullets, I knew that it would be needed.

Whatever Master LaRosa came to do, I wanted to be ready. I wanted to push back. Vincenzo would want that; he wanted me to stand up for myself, and tonight, I would.