All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Little Woman: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

One.1. "Here is your order ma'am. Enjoy!" I said in my nicest tone to a lady who barely answered me. Being a waitress is not an achievement at all. Moving all around this big restaurant, taking orders from customers, dropping menus on tables, serving dishes, and receiving offensive words as compliments from plushy, rich rude annoying customers is enough to spoil one's day. I am LAURIE NORMAN, 22 years old. I alone cater for my mom and younger brother ever since mom lost her legs and dad left us. Although I have an elder brother, I would rather not talk about him. The bookstore and the restaurant are where I got money from to feed my family. Though, the pay is meager. A few steps into the night and I'm already tired because I had to take two shifts because I couldn't meet up yesterday. A kind colleague covered it for me but I still had to grease her palm which doesn't make her kind after all. Smiles. As I moved past the next booth, I noticed an old man, not too old

Three.3. My door burst open with Bryan running in with a paper in his hand, squealing and making an unpleasant noise to my ears. "Hey, can't you knock? And don't you mind lowering your voice?" I asked. "I'm sorry. I'm just excited sis. I just came back from school." He said smiling. "It's very obvious since you're still in uniform. How's school?" I asked. "Fine." He squealed and I rolled my eyes. "I got an A in the math test today." "Wow! That's my boy. Come gimme some sugar baby." I spread my arms open to receive his hug but instead, he hugged Kira. Yeah! She just had a shift this morning and she came to give me a gist about all the happenings in the restaurant. I stylishly and shamefully hugged myself. The rejection was too much to handle. I was jealous. "Ok! Enough. You go over to your room." I asked him out. "Hey, sis you didn't go to work today?" Bryan asked. He doesn't know about my dismissal from work. "Bryan, go to your room, take off y

Five.5. My train of thought stopped dead when I saw who it was. Massimo... Massimo... I shook my head and searched my head trying to remember his intimidating surname but I couldn't.He looks fresh like he just had a bath because his silky black hair was dripping wet. His blue eyes, the only thing I could kill for were glittering. He smells like coffee. Nice. I was drooling no doubt as I took in his features with my eyes. It seems black was his favorite color. All black.Like a brain reboot, I looked at him closely and that's when it clicked. What's he doing here? How does he know I'm here? Was he the one who sent people to kidnap me? Is he going to hurt me?He entered the room fully, closing the door behind him and giving me that devilish smirk I despise so much. Though I've seen it once, it's enough to despise it right? "Look who we have here. My little princess." He interrupted my train of thought. "What are you doing here?" I asked with my fists molded and ready for

Seven.7.I woke up to be greeted by the bright light rays coming through the window. It's already morning. I yawned lightly, using my hands to cover my mouth. Wait! Did someone untie me? I looked down at my legs but was surprised to see that I had a nightie on me. I slept naked and bound to the pillars of the bed. Did someone dress me up or Massimo did? No Massimo can't, I disagreed. After all, he was the one who left me naked. Maybe his maids put the dress on me.The door clicked open and Massimo stepped in with a tray in his hand. The cocky smirk he had on his face scattered all my thoughts. His scents filled my nose and I remembered last night, a bitter feeling rose inside me. He looked handsome this morning, he looked so innocent like he did nothing last night. "Good morning princess. How was ya night?" He asked, smiling sweetly. For the few times that I've seen him, this was his first sincere smile, not a smirk. "Morning to you too. My night was horrible and I'm

Nine.9.Throughout my lifetime, I have never dreamt of coming to a place like this. L. A is one of the best places anyone could go for a vacation. But everything here looks expensive and smells of wealth. I guess it's not for paupers like me. But Fred brought me here to celebrate our dating anniversary and also my birthday. It was a surprise because I'll never allow him to spend this much on me. I love Fred and I know for sure he loves me too.For the few days we've spent here, we've been shopping all through, going to expensive restaurants and boutiques. Fred was spending too much and I was not comfortable with it. I was concerned. "Babe, aren't you spending too much? How did you get this much?" I asked out of curiosity and fear that he might have stolen it but he only smiled, reassuring me it was his.Fred is not a rich guy, he works as a delivery guy for some company so I wondered where and how he got the money. 'Maybe he loaned it?' I thought, 'Or he stole it.' my subcon