Novel & Cerita Maid For The Mafia

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

He wanted Amanda and Mia to find out when. Adrian had been in the mafia for long and knew that men used women to do their dirty works so even women were now under scrutiny too. Adrian leaned on the table, “I do not care. I'm not sending Mia in there and that is it”. " Adrian". Mia placed her hand on his thigh to caress him. Adrian's eyes and tone softened as he turned to look at Mia," what's it, sweetheart?”. "What if we cannot get a better solution than this?”.

He said on the line before he cut the call. The door came open and I saw a familiar Latina woman. "Hey, the unclean white, what are you doing here?" She questioned as she barged in. She was the maid from Mason's house. "Now, I see why you were so efficient with a knife!" She gasped before she carried the knife. "She has a nice ass, you should hit her once in a while," She said to Damon before she left. I blinked profusely before I returned my gaze on Damon. I took a few steps in front of him. I wanted to hit him really bad but I still wanted my head. This was a Mafia boss we were fucking with. Almost a full Don.

I could hear bells from somewhere distant. The fifth ring signalling the fifth hour prayer offered to Terra, the goddess of harvest, plenty, and prosperity. My best guess would be, we were at the underbelly of the city. For where the long roads should've been wide and unmarred, the roads were narrowly crooked and filled with mud. Our caravan had stopped outside a brothel and our buyer was haggling with a woman called Madam Claire. She was a brothel pimp and was very beautiful. She was beautiful in an exotic way. With fair hair like the maidens of Tvari and her olive skin betrayed the fact that she was not from Revillion.

Working as a maid in the palace is nothing less than a great opportunity, which only the luckiest girls get, most of the girls only get entry in the mafia as whores and that is not the most desirable job. As a maid I'll be exclusively working for the Italian mafia family, no one will try to take advantage of me. Maids cannot be used for pleasure by the guards without their consent. Only the men of the family can sleep with them, since we are their property from the moment we associate ourselves with them. I'm sure there are plenty other maids to choose from so chances of me being forced into that position are almost zero.

Remember why you’re doing this. Nikolay looked at me from beside his father. His icy blue eyes met my green ones, both our eyes cold as ice toward one another. Both of us hating the day we were suddenly destined as one another’s partner. “Kiara, my baby girl” mum smiled approaching me. She opened her hands for me and hugged me tightly. Her eyes looking proud as she looked at her daughter who was now a bride to one of the most powerful mafia bosses, the future Mrs. Ivanov. The savior of this family. She appreciated what I was doing, at least that was what she showed

"When did he become a bodyguard? My Diego is not a bodyguard, Drake! He's mine! Call him now! Or give me his number. I need him!" Carolina Del Fiore, commonly known as Carmella, is the only daughter of Eagle Sebastian Del Fiore, the mafia Don of the Del Fiore clan. She is untouchable, incredibly stubborn, and often acts like a spoiled brat who ignores the rules set by her father. Despite her father's restrictions, she comes and goes as she pleases, showing little concern for authority. To be honest, she can be quite a pain. I sighed, resting my back as I looked at her. She chuckled with a fake laugh.

First, she tattled to Adrian after promising she wouldn’t, and now she was looking down at Aunt Linda. “Stop calling her a maid,” I snapped. “She’s like an aunt to me. She’s been with me since I was a child, so no, I don’t see her as just a maid!” Maria nodded sympathetically. “I understand, Kira, but the fact remains—she is still a maid. You’re a Donna now, and you must act like one.” “What?” I asked, bewildered. Maria sighed. “The Italian Mafia treats its workers well, but we all know our place. You’re Don Adrian’s wife now. You can’t go around acting too friendly with everyone.”

Is this what Lilliana meant? If I couldn't escape this fate, perhaps I could use it. Turn Rafael's own game against him. After all, I was Dante Moreau's daughter. And if there was one thing I inherited from him, it was the ability to survive. Three days to prepare. Three days to plan. And then, I would show Rafael DeLuca exactly who he was marrying.

MAFIA HEIR’S SECRET AFFAIR EXPOSED. THE MYSTERY WIFE, WHO IS LILA? SCANDAL AND DECEIT: THE DOWNFALL OF THE DELUCA LEGACY? I could feel the weight of those stories pressing against every man in this room. “Your silence doesn’t inspire confidence,” Angelo continued. “You’ve always been the most promising of your father’s sons. The one who could walk into any negotiation and walk out with the terms in your favor. But now” He spread his hands. “Now you’ve become unpredictable.”