บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Contract : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

JOAN'S POVThe next morning, I woke up feeling sleepy and disoriented. The events of the previous night weren't clear to me but I faintly remembered someone sitting next to me. It looked like Sir Derrick. For a brief moment, I opened my eyes and saw someone who looked like him leaving but I dismissed it as part of a dream. There was no way sir Derrick would be in my room, right? I mean, what would he be doing there? I shook my head, clearing the sleep from my eyes. I remembered the nightmare I had about Jake. I remembered everything vividly - his angry face, his harsh words, and the feel of his hand striking me. The memories were all too vivid to the point that it scared me. My heart raced as the memories came into my mind. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I couldn't afford to have a panic attack now. I needed to get up and face the day.I got dressed in my uniform quickly and headed to the kitchen. I had to make amends for my absence yesterday. Ms. Sullivan and the othe

DERRICK’S POVThe entire day, I couldn't get Joan out of my mind. No matter how hard I tried to focus on the tasks at hand, my thoughts kept drifting back to her. It was maddening.I still felt like a fool for checking on her while she slept. Hearing her murmur another man's name in her dreams ignited a rage within me that I couldn't understand. Every time I remembered that incident, I'd literally feel my blood boil. Why did it bother me so much? She was just a maid. I couldn't have feelings for her. Could I?My emotions were all over the place, and I hated it. I'd never experienced anything like this before. Usually, I was in complete control, but Joan... Joan was different. She made me feel things I didn't want to feel. And I fucking hated it. My mother has summoned me to her playroom after I was done eating. While I ate, I had to endure the torture of Joan standing not too far away. I noticed her occasional glances at me. I ignored her, even when she greeted me. I would try to av

DERRICK’S POVJoan. That woman would be the death of me. She was so.... So fucking appealing. I wanted to kiss her senseless till her lips hurt. I wanted to raise up her skirt and fuck her right there and then. The thought of her drove me insane. Being so close to her made me body react in ways I never thought it would. I was glad Santi came in when he did. If not, I could have done something I might have regretted later. I had no idea why I had these feelings for a mere maid. It didn't make any sense. As soon as Santi said the fish was in the hook, I understood the slang immediately. It meant the mole had been caught. For the past weeks, we've been having issues with our drug deals in particular areas. We wondered who was behind it so Santi and I came up with a plan. From his words, it seemed like it had worked. Santi and I walked quickly down the hallway. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the anger radiating from Santi beside me. He had been quiet for most of the

JOAN'S POVThe sun was already setting when Sarah, Emily, and I made our way to the back garden with baskets of freshly washed laundry. We wanted to dry the blankets and other thick clothes outside for a while due to how heavy they were. Emily spoke "Hey guys, I have an idea. When we're done, we should sneak into the kitchen and grab slices of cake" I chuckled "You pastry thief" Emily shrugged "What can I say? The cake is for Lady Irene and it looks delicious. I bet she'd let me have a slice if I asked but stealing is so much more fun" Sarah and I laughed. "She’s right, though. That cake did look delicious." Sarah said. When we got to the line, we began to dry the clothes. I pulled out one of Sir Derrick’s white shirts, and pinned it to the line. My mind drifted to the moment we had in his office. The feeling of his lips close to mine made my breath hitch. What would have happened if Santi hadn't come in? I wondered how Sir Derrick’s lips would taste against mine. I bet his li

JOAN'S POVThe day had started like a lovely flashback to simpler times. Bea and I spent the morning playing games just like we used to when we were much younger. We laughed so hard that our breathing got heavy. Bea did her best to get my mind off things. We went through board games and card games. We got a little competitive just like we always did. For a few hours, I could almost forget everything that had happened—my tangled feelings about Sir Derrick, the tension back at the estate, and the incident with the strange man. I had nightmares last night. While I slept, I heard the sounds of gunshots echoing in my mind over and over. I couldn't get over the fact that if sir Derrick had gotten his shot at just a wrong angle or if things went sideways, I would be the one dead and not that man. The thought of it made me shudder. If I died, what would my mom do? She would probably have a heart attack all over again. There would be nobody to take care of her and she was in no position to