Serving my mafia Boss

“What are you staring at ?” He growled at me . “ just do your fucking job and get the fuck out!”

I bit my lower lip in regret and continued scrubbing the fur rug that was at the center of this very spacious room. The white rug was now filled with the smell of alcohol that was spilled on it, and the red stain refusing to leave no mater how hard I scrubbed , but I couldn’t stop scrubbing until it was gone cause knowing Cain Adams , he will call me back upstairs to scrub again till my hands fall out.

I scrubbed harder with all my might , not because I was determined to remove the stain but because the sound of the scrubbing blocked my ears from hearing the moans and slurping few distance from where I’m kneeling and scrubbing away .

I can feel Cain’s eyes digging holes into my forehead although my eyes are down at the rug I’m scrubbing, he’s sitting in the middle of the master sized bed , one of his hand grabbing a blonde hair , his grip controlling the movements of the girl that was under the sheets .

All these while he never looked down at her , his eyes were just on me , as if ready to eat me up if I make another mistake like the first time when I looked up and he almost chopped my head off.

I scrubbed harder and harder but the moans … oh my God. Cain is a dick. He treats women like property instead of actual living things. I’ve lost count of the numbers of women that come into this room and for some reason he always finds an excuse for me to be there. Why is he torturing me ? I’m already okay with the fact that he doesn’t feel the same way I feel about him . Fuck this … I thought he wouldn’t have this effect on me coming here , but now that I’m here , I can’t seem to stop myself from fumbling under his touch or melting when he’s eyes meet mine . But he doesn’t see me and it’s hurts so much . It hurts so so much .

I wish I was one of those girls he played with , no shit. You can call me desperate or say I don’t have self respect but you won’t get it until you have fallen in love at first sight.

I was scribbling drawings in the yard that day when I saw this truck with lots of boxes stop right outside my house. I was only 7 and I rushed to take a peek at the new neighbors. That was when I saw him. Caine Adams. The most beautiful boy in the world . “ I’m going to marry that boy” I whispered to my mum who chuckled.

Cain and I were best friends, he was such a sweet soul , so full of life . We were inseparable but what he didn’t know was that I was keeping him till I was ready to ask his hand in marriage. Fuck me , I didn’t care if the man should do the asking, Cain was worth it with he’s curly brown hair , chiseled abs, fine jawline and charming sets of beautiful teeth. I love this man.

Until he became an asshole of course. The Adams only stayed in our neighborhood for 5 years before they moved out because Mr Adams got a big contract. I cried when Cain left me. Then they became the all famous Adams family , the billionaire sons and divorced parents.

“ mmmmhmm” Cain growled in a deep voice as he reached his climax , instantly making me bite hard on my lips , so hard I could almost taste blood now. Stopping myself from letting out a moan too, he’s the only one that makes me feel like this. I could already tell I was soaked down there just from hearing him moan.

“ Get a rag” he commanded. I immediately stood up from where I was gripping the brush knowing he was talking to me . It wasn’t the first time he was asking me to do something that absurd besides why does this chick never swallow?

I tossed him the napkin and immediately went back to scrubbing.

“ Get the fuck off me” he said coldly to the blonde girl that was under the sheets. So rude. She stood up abruptly scuffing and banged the door as she left . I take back when I said I wanted to be one of he’s toys. He’s really evil .

The stains have finally come off ,right in time ,thanks to God. I stood up with my bucket and made my way for the door .

“ where do you think you are going to?”

I stopped right on my left foot , balancing myself not to fall down.

“ I got the stain off “ I said , turning to face him and pressing my lips together.

“Really “ he said standing up and buckling his belt . I couldn’t look away. I swear I tried to. I think?

He walked straight to me where I was almost pinned to the door , looking down at me and my bucket.

He was so intimidating, my palms started sweating , he stood there staring at me and for a moment I thought he was about to kiss me . I closed my eyes in anticipation, then I felt the breeze of his body leaving the position he was initially standing before . I opened my eyes to see him walking away to the rug and inspecting it , then he said coldly without looking at me,

“ you can leave”

I grabbed my bucket tighter and yanked the door open closing it gently as I left he’s room. That was so embarrassing, I really thought he was going to kiss me? I even closed my eyes , oh my God ! Shoot me!

****

Breakfast in the Adams family was cold. I’ve had breakfast with them a couple of times when I was little and they were such a happy family, Mr Adam always did the cooking, he was the best but right now he was not here. The boys insisted on living with their mum after the divorce and Mr Adams couldn’t care less , now he had all the time to bring all he’s side chicks home. At least that’s what the blogs say.

I had been stalking Cain on social media ever since they became famous, I used to go about telling everyone in school that I knew the owner of A-enterprises. They called me a liar obviously because I had no proof ,that was how I landed in this stupid job in the first place . A stupid dare.

I remember it like yesterday. It has just been a week since I quit my job to be a maid ….well not technically, I was supposed to be the personal stylist for Mr Cain Adams but I ended up as one of the family maids…long story.

The chef had just rang the bell and we were rushing in and out of the kitchen , setting breakfast on the table , there was toast, beacon, eggs and coffee with lots of fruits . I would kill to sit on this table too. Since I got here I’ve just been following the crowd. The rest of the maids stand by the side of the dining waiting for the Adams as I guessed so I joined them to stand in line too . Mrs Adams had already made it clear to me that I am not special because I knew them before . Hurtful but I’d take it and be here instead of to be made a mockery leaving this house with nothing.

The sound of a gunshot echoed through the mansion . All the guards and maids immediately laid down on the floor with their hands above their heads covering their ears . The sound of the gunshot still ringing in my ears like someone pressed pause. It was a long piercing sound repeating and unending . Someone is waving at me and muttering words I can’t hear due to the piercing sound in my ears . I stood still unable to move , my eyes are beginning to become tired, my legs are failing me . Just then someone dragged my arm down , making me to come back to reality and immediately lye on my belly covering my ears just as I see everyone doing.

“ was that a gun?” I asked the girl who pulled me down . She looks at me with her eyes bulging as if trying to give me a sign. I didn’t get the hint anyways , so I ask again…

“ what was that sou…….” She immediately coverd my mouth with the hand that was previously on her ear .

Just then in the silence , you can hear the sound of heels walking majestically into the dinning room . The heels are followed by a pair of loafers and then another pair of office shoes. The Adams walk in like nothing just happened, like I was the only one who heard a freaking gunshot.

We are all still laying on the floor until I hear the pull of chairs , signaling that they are sat and need serving . Everyone stood up abruptly on their feet , like nothing had freaking happened. I joined them , my hands trembling as I poured the hot water into the coffee cup before Ryder , Cain’s junior brother. I could feel him staring daggers into me , I tried so hard to focus on the cup not to spill hot water on him but my hands were failing me .

I walk back to the line up of maids in uniform and stood next to the curly haired black girl that pulled me down earlier.

“ What’s going on?” I whispered.

“ A typical morning in the Adams family “ she said with her face straight forward. She didn’t even turn once to look at me.

“ I’m Mary ,nice to meet you” she turned to me with a smile that creeped the fuck out of me . But I didn’t show it .

“ Regina” I whisper back , my eyes fixed on the Adams. What happened to them? They used to be so sunflowers and roses . Cain gave me a stern look that made me put my head down . Someone was just shot ….in this mansion , and they were having breakfast? What the fuck is actually going on? I can feel my hands trembling again , what have I gotten myself into?