All Chapters of The Mafia’s Mute obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Delia POV."Scrub properly!"The sharp voice made me flinch.Tonia, the highest ranked maid, stood at the entrance of the kitchen with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her cold eyes moved over me with disgust."You missed a spot."I scrambled back to the spot I'd missed, scrubbing hard, one hand pressed to my chest in silent apology."Be sorry for your existence." Her voice was flat, almost bored.Important guests are arriving tonight. If the boss sees this mansion dirty, I'll make sure your life becomes even more miserable than it already is."I lowered my gaze immediately and nodded.She scoffed in irritation and walked away.The moment she disappeared around the corner, I let out the breath I'd been holding.My knees ached. My back ached. Everything ached.Two years inside the De Morgan mansion had taught me one thing clearly: invisible people survived longer. And I was invisible. The lowest maid. The unwanted one. The girl nobody defended when the others blamed me for missi

I nodded aggressively because my life depended on it if I wanted to make it alive.He stepped closer, the heavy leather scent of his jacket filling my senses, slowly, deliberately, he reached out and touched my cheek. His calloused thumb brushed against my skin, sending an electric jolt of pure terror straight down my spine.What can you do for me? and what’s your name? he asked. his emerald eyes digging deep into mine.My breath caught, I opened the notebook with trembling fingers and wrote as quickly as the graphite would allow.My name is Delia Stacia sir, I can do anything for you, Sir Don Lazarus. Please give me a chance.”Delia Stacia“ he repeated, the way the syllables and the tone of my name rolled off his tongue sounded like a heavy dangerous melody.Stand up.My legs shook, but I pushed myself to my feet. He was so tall that I had to tilt my head back to keep looking at him.His eyes moved over me, from my soaked uniform to my shaking hands still clutched against my side. He

My phone buzzed. Lazarus!! My eyes bugged out!Bring me my wine from the cellar. Leroy Musigny Grand Cru. Fast.I was still half-dressed when the message came in. I didn't even finish pulling on my shoes before I bolted out the door, my feet slipping on the stairs, my heart pounding harder with every step.Five minutes. That was all I had. I didn't know what would happen if I was late, and I didn't want to find out.The cellar was cold and dark, rows and rows of bottles lined up like soldiers. I didn't even know where to start. My eyes scanned label after label, my hands trembling as I searched, my breath coming faster the longer it took.Leroy Musigny. Leroy Musigny. Where is it?Finally, I found it, tucked near the back, dust clinging to its shoulders like it had been resting there for years, waiting.Since he was rarely around, I lifted it carefully, both hands wrapped around the glass like it was something alive, like I was carrying a baby also.I could tell just from the label it

LazarusThe door clicked shut behind her, and Lazarus stood still for a long moment.He could still feel it. A strand of her hair, soft as thread, slipping between his fingers. And the scent. When he had leaned close to her ear, he could smell something soft and clean, like vanilla and a warm shampoo. It was nothing expensive. Mixture of vanilla and coco.Careless, he thought. That was careless.He crossed the room and poured himself a drink. He didn’t touch it. He stood at the window instead, watching the other maids work outside the glass window and thought about the way she had looked at him with her puppy doe brown eyes.She had been terrified. He had seen it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when he leaned close and her busty chest raising up and down in fear,That part he understood. Fear was a language he spoke fluently. Most people shook when he stood that near, and he rarely noticed anymore.But under the fear, there had been something else.She had not looked away, she