Mafia’s Nun: Sold to the devil

SOLD TO THE DEVIL

Mafia’s Nun: Sold to the devil.

Diana D

Chapter 5: " i own you now."

ROXANNE.

I've never had a boyfriend, never had a crush, okay, well I use to but not anymore, that was in high school, four years ago or so, clearly before I started attending Nun school.

I've never found men attractive, not then, definitely not now also, but my mind kept drifting to the mysterious man who is still in my house, talking to my parents.

My eyes glance to my tiny clock, and I did what made the devil downstairs sent me back to my room, I bit my lips.

It's almost slipping to an hour, my door was pushed open, and my eyes landed on my mum's.

" Come out," she said, and I followed immediately.

Trying to act like I didn't exist,I picked my step slowly, but she suddenly held my arms, and I whimper at her tight hands around my arms.

" Behave," she warned, and I nodded, and she finally released me, I watched a big smile cover her lips.

The same smile she gives to the popes at church.

And once again, I was in the presence of this man.

" Come over," my father urged, smiling.

Weird.

My stomach dipped, and I closed my eyes in defeat, but I only hesitated for a second because my father's voice was non-negotiable.

My hands grew clammy aside, standing next to my mum.

" Aha, Vicenzo, meet my daughter Roxanne," my father's overly trying- to- impress voice called out.

Vicenzo. So that was his name. I haven't heard of such a name.

And I wonder why his parents gave him such name but either ways it suits him.

My breath was cut short as though i was about to be pushed into a shark infested water if i dared to look at him, I had never done this before, my parents had never introduced me to any man.

He's just a man. I reminded myself. He is just a huge man.

Inhaling for courage, I tipped my head and looked him in the eyes. A warsh rush of recognition ran down my spine as I met his heavy gaze.

Dark black hairs,

Ocean blue eyes, just like the colour of a cold sea.

Scattered brows

Thick lashes.

I gave him a brooding expression wanting to be done with whatever this is and going back to my room...to sulk.

He watched me like a puzzle. He is so tall that I want to push him into the ground for being a high contrasting opposite to my own height. I had the strong urge to avert my gaze and focus it eye level on his black tie, but I didn't, so I just held his gaze and gave out my polite tone. " it's a pleasure to -"

" we've already met,"

We what?

His indifferent voice ran down my spine with a strange thrill. He'd hardly say anything, but now it feels like he has me all figured out.

" When did you two meet?" My father's voice sounded as he frown a bit.

I swallowed.

Something amused and dangerous played in Vicenzo’s gaze " earlier, in your room, remember, Roxanne. "

My heartbeat collided with a crash. Why had my name rolled off his tongue that was more familiar with it.

My father stiffen and my mother let put a breath and I know why they are like that. They thought I'd done something with this man, like his tone suggested.

Holy Mary, mother of jesus.

Frustration claws at my chest. " Yes, father, i...i wanted coffee and ran into him, outside my room," I explained, hinting at the last three words.

He ran his thumb across his button lip. This is the second time I have seen him done this.

His other hands slid to his pocket, giving his head a small shake. He looked impressed that I had played along and somewhat disappointed at the little lie at the end.

This man had made me lie.

I suddenly felt the need for confessions. I don't lie. It's against the doctrine of the Nun life.

I did not like this man___not at all.

" Okay," Father nodded, i let out a sigh of relief, and Mother went in while dad gave vicenzo a " i will be back smile."

I blink through my apprehension. This is bad. This man had found my weakness, and he's playing with me.

He stared down at me, and immediately, my parents disappeared into the room.

I stared up at him.

As a corner of his lips lifted, I realised I was amusing him. My cheeks hated up in annoyance. The old me would have murmured something sweet to this man but not to this man and not anymore.

" we have not met," I stated firmly.

" Hmmm," he hummed, and i almost shudder at how deep his voice is.

" Then I must have remembered wrong," he admitted, and I almost scoffed at how big of a liar he was.

He moves closer to me, his height towering mine.

I was suddenly aware of my appearance, I was putting on a pink floral gown, I wouldn't have been able to put on any other colour but since I wasn't going to be a nun anymore I could wear any colour of my choice.

my hair was packed up to a bun, tuck under my black scarf, and i was sure my face held traces of tears.

He smoothed an absent mind down his tie. " Do you know what happened to people who don't check facts and just assume? " he timbre voice asked.

" it gets them to the right answer," i breathe.

His eyes fell to my lips, his eyes twitching "killed." The words were deep and soft. My breath turned shallow.

He suddenly yanked out the scarf that held my hair in a bun, and my black hair cascaded down my back.

what? Sweet saint Micheal, he didn't just do that.

" You won't be covering your hair anymore," he announced like he had the right to.

His voice brushed the side of my now exposed neck. " It was nice meeting you, Zanne," he said my name and Zanne?.

Before I could gather my breathing, he walked out of the door and left.

Holy Mary! This must be the temptation jesus preached about.

Just immediately, my parents walked in.

" He left."I informed.

Dad stared at me before saying the words that pushed my life in another direction.

" Pack your bags. He owns you now."I pause trying to make sense out of the nonsense my father had just muttered.

" He paid for you, he bought you," my mum confirmed.

Out of the corner of my mind, i remember the words he said to me before he left, "I own you now."