Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

After I was ready, I slipped into the corridor. The house was quiet. Dimitri 's door was closed, but I remembered the way to the kitchen so I started downstairs. Hopefully Ravazzani slept late like his son. The smell of freshly baked bread made my mouth water. In the kitchen, I found Zia taking something out of the oven. She'd brought me tea last night and I instantly liked her.
An older woman with greyish-brown hair, she was Ravazzani's father's sister, and had lived in the castle ever since her husband and son were killed years ago. Unfortunately, she didn't speak much English. "Hello," I said as I walked in.
She smiled at me and held up the tray. "Ciao, bella. Caffé?" I sat on a stool at the island. "Sí. Thank you."
Soon she set a cup of espresso in front of me along with a basket of croissant-like things. "Mangia, bella. Cornetti."
I couldn't resist a pastry, especially a warm pastry. I might be a prisoner, but I wasn't dead. I was enjoying my third one when Dimitri came in, fully dressed and hair styled, looking like a movie star. He kissed Zia's cheeks and then reached for a pastry. "Buongiorno, Tina . How did you sleep?"
"Like I'd been kidnapped from my home and brought to a foreign country."
"Sounds about right," he said with a half smile. "I'll take you around the estate today. We can even sample some wine and grappa, if you'd like."
"There are vineyards here?" Dimitri smiled at me. "Vineyards, olive groves, animals. Our soppressata is second to none. You'll love it."
"I'd rather go home."
"Come on. You don't want to stay inside all day." True, plus a tour would help me learn the property. "Okay."
Heels on the tile caught my attention. I looked over to see a tall brown haired woman stride into the kitchen like she belonged there. She was beautiful and thin, her tiny silver dress showing off a figure any model would kill for. The heels made her legs look even longer. Who in the hell Was she? "Good morning, Zia. Dimitri . I just wanted to take one of Zia's pastries on my way out."
Her accent wasn't Italian, but I couldn't place it. Eastern European, maybe? Zia gave the woman a tight smile, but Dimitri was slightly more welcoming. "Buongiorno, Katarzyna."
The woman plucked a pastry out of the basket on the island then cocked her head at me. "You must be the fiancée."
"I'm Tina ."
"I suppose we'll be seeing a lot of each other, then." From the stove, Zia made a noise in her throat that sounded disapproving. Dimitri put down his espresso cup. "Our driver will take you anywhere you want to go, Katarzyna."
"I'm aware, Dimitri . This isn't my first time." She rolled her eyes, though a smirk remained on her face. Strolling back the way she came, she
looked over her shoulder. "Thanks, Zia. Your pastries are the bomb."
When the three of them were alone again, the silence was oppressive. Zia looked murderous and Dimitri appeared embarrassed. I couldn't figure out why, but a sinking feeling in my stomach suggested I might. Zia crossed herself and muttered in Italian. Dimitri answered her but I didn't understand any of it. "Who was that woman?" I asked.
Dimitri sighed. "Katarzyna is my father's current mantenuta. Do you know what that means?"
I did, Kept woman. That woman was Ravazzani's mistress And she had...slept here last night. In his house. I didn't care that he had a fuck toy. I was just surprised at seeing her this morning. Yes, the hollow feeling in my stomach was definitely a surprise. "Oh. She seems…." I couldn't think of anything to say.
"Comfortable here," I finished. "She's not terrible," Dimitri confirmed. "But I never interfere in my father's personal life. Don't worry, she won't last long. They never do." They didn't? It seemed Ravazzani was even worse than I suspected.
"They never do, what?" a deep voice asked. My body jolted as the devil himself walked into the kitchen, looking disturbingly sexy and annoyingly refreshed. And why wouldn't he be? He hadn't spent hours in a dungeon last night.I studied him through my lashes, unable to help myself. His grey suit was all perfect crisp lines and luxurious fabric, and he wore a blue tie that complimented the colour of his eyes.
Hair wet, he'd obviously just come from the shower. Had Katarzyna been in there with him? Had he screwed her in the shower? There are no unwilling women in my life, Valentina .
I had to stop thinking about him, stop noticing his looks. I didn't like the way the hairs on my arms stood up every time he walked into a room. An attraction to this horrible and dangerous man the person who had locked me in a dungeon, for fuck's sake was out of the question.
"Niente, Papà," Dimitri said, his posture stiffer now that his father was in the room. Ravazzani bent to kiss Zia's cheek. "Buongiorno, nonnina."
His expression was soft and affectionate as he hugged her. Zia smiled but hit his shoulder with her palm as she seemed to admonish him in rapid Italian. Dimitri leaned over to me. "He calls her granny all the time just to get her worked up."