Maid For The Mafia Novels & Stories

A slow smirk crept up from the corner of his lips and she swiftly cuts off eye contact from whatever emotion slipped from his face. “Thank you.” Madam Camila uttered cheerfully and sits across the table. She gave the girl a side hug and then Jane stepped forward to wish and Madam Camila returned the girl with the same gesture. Madam Camila being the wife of former mafia king, she has no criminal trait in her bones. She treats everyone like a mother threat her baby. Aunt Mary saunter back to finish other household chores while the girls continued fetching the food. As Micaela began attending Madam Camila so Jane was arranging Adan’s plate. Then both the girls grabs the opposite wall and stan

Two rings. ...until a woman's voice answers me. “Mina Western?” “Who's talking?” I answer immediately, determined not to give my identity until you tell me yours. “Good to hear you again.” “I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are. Tell me or I'll hang up.” “No, don't.” “Then who are you, who gave you my number.” “I'm Marcella, Black Hamilton's wife. I hope I don't interrupt if you're not fucking my husband right now.”

"I remember when I first told Sebastian that I was pregnant. He was ready to kill my boyfriend. He literally held a gun to his head. Somehow, I managed to convince him that my baby will need his father." "That's crazy," I commented. She nodded her head, agreeing. "How come you live here and he lives in the US?" "I was born and raised there until I turned 10. You know what men in the mafia are like especially with girls. My mom didn't want that to happen to me so I live here. No one knows about me." Men in the mafia treat women like objects. As soon as a girl has come of age, she needs protecting. Offers for marriage will come like a ton of bricks. Some people will even go as far as kidnappin

But I don't dare to ask questions. "I can't ensure your safety, Principessa." His voice drops as he uses his fingers to move a few pieces of hair out of my face and he's so close that his breath tickles the skin of my nose. "You understand, don't you?" His accent slightly peeks out as he murmurs the last sentence and my insides melt. Woah. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at how close he is and his touch. Before I realize what he's doing. Alejandro Gonzalez was a mafia Don, which meant he knew how to manipulate people into getting what he wanted.

The aroma of whatever he made filled my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen and waited for him to acknowledge my presence. “It’s not even morning, Homer,” he grumbled and then faced the stove to continue. A young woman came into the kitchen holding a bucket and mop and wearing a maid uniform. “Stella, could you also mop the office?” Dominic softened his voice when he spoke to the random woman “Okay, sir.” she nodded and walked away. “Stella is also a maid. She has been a maid for a very long time now, and she does a very good job.” Dominic said, “Don’t make me pick her over you.” he continued in a lower voice.

The look of confusion on her face made me laugh even more. “Oh, you didn’t know? You came here to meet your future husband, didn’t you?” Sienna frowned, her lips parted as she processed what I just said. “Y-You’re Lucian Moretti?” “The one and only,” I replied, walking toward her with open arms. I didn’t expect she’d be able to get away from me and even had a gun with her. My intel said that the head of the Vale clan cherished his daughter dearly. Who would have expected that the cherished daughter could break an opponent’s bone and know how to shoot?

Upon arriving at the mansion's frontage, Maria rang the doorbell, and a young lady dressed in a blue dress opened the door for her. "Welcome, ma," the maid greeted Maria, who peered at her face. "Take my luggage to my room. Is my mother around? As I haven't informed her yet of my visit." Maria remembered her mother had advised her against following her father's footsteps and not to marry a mafia, but Maria was blinded by her love for Damian, so she knew it wouldn't be an easy task.

“Don’t worry, I am not in love with him. To me, he is just a friend, nothing more or less.” “How can you even consider him a friend, Madame? He is a ruthless mafia boss. He is dangerous by nature. I don’t know what he is capable of doing to you.” “What am I supposed to do now, Darius? He has a significant amount of our company’s stock. He isn’t just a mafia boss, he is also one of our most prominent shareholder. I cannot just cut this man off now, can I?” She paused before continuing. “I understand, Madame. Then, I will be waiting on the car outside the building. If anything happens, I will come to your rescue.” He stated. She nodded and continued getting ready.

His men moved to grab my hands, but he signaled for them to stop. “You dare not raise your voice or refuse me, little girl,” he said, his tone sharp and menacing. “You are a nobody, and I am a well-known mafia leader.” Tension filled the room as he spoke. I stood my ground, still waiting for Camilia to come to my rescue. This was not how I envisioned my night of fun. “Are you still standing?” Mariana asked, pushing me from behind. “Kneel and apologise to both of us right now,” she commanded slyly. She was not just sly; she was downright evil.

Koa solemnly agreed, causing me to look between my mother and the boy who always owned my heart. "I'm glad we can reach an understanding. Now Eira, we need you to be the one to go undercover. They all know that you wanted out of this for as long as anyone can really remember. I need you to pretend to betray the family." My heart froze as she said the last sentence so nonchalantly. I began shaking my head frantically while looking at everyone seated around the table. I could not do that. I could do anything else, I would do anything else. Just not that. The mafia will test my loyalty. What if someone ends up seriously injured because of me?