Romans & histoires My Mafia Servant

she snapped at me and that even made me more curious. I didn’t know much about the boss, Eve told me to get that information myself, and how she had got me in here I didn’t know how. “If you hate being here so much then, why are you here in the first place,” I asked her rudely. “Don’t you know, once you work under the mafia, you are forever the property of the mafia, you can’t just quit, even if you’re a simple maid, like it or not we are slaves here and you better look at your feet while working and stop asking me rubbish questions,” she answered angry and I knew I shouldn’t push her more than that.

As he walked out of the room, my eyes stared at him back very intently, wishing that it could pierce his back and make his die. Now, I understood the depths of actual pain. My tears had stopped flowing. It felt futile if I did so. I refuse to be punished any longer by him. The waiter roughly put the IV back in my hand. They did it on purpose but seemed surprised that I didn't respond with pain but rather with a sharp-eyed stare at him. The waiter looked down. It's common for servant to understand how to give first aid. No, no, no, I simply don't care about the circumstances in this family anymore. The relationships between the mafia are complicated and deceitful. I wish I could leave here an

“Then your father remains exactly where he is.” Silence fell between us. “You will live like the other servants, no one is going to lift a finger on you.” Alessandro said after a moment. “Not unless you go against the rules or take something that doesn’t belong to you. I don’t tolerate stealing.” He said the last words harshly, a cold shiver ran through my spine. “No one is going to touch you,” he continued “unless you asked for it.” “But make no mistake,” he added quietly. “Everything else about your life belongs to me.”

She looked at the maid with a kind weak smile . “You can call me Setenta, Madam." Setenta replied, causing Ana Sophia to scrunch her brows. “Sententa, the number 70?” Ana Sophia asked, and Sententa, seeing the look in Sophia’s face, avoided her gaze. Reading Sententa’s body language, Sophia immediately kept quiet; she immediately remembered that most Mafia families are involved in human trafficking. They don't hire servants; they buy slaves and give them names according to the number of servants they have. A normal person that grew up in the mafia would not be surprised by this.

The ever existent jawline that defined his face practically made my rage disappear. “Seems you've got something on your mind. I'll be gone in a few minutes. You either say it now, or you'll have to wait a few hours for me to round up my work at the warehouse…” Arms folded, I gritted my teeth, seething with rage. “Come on, Roman. I ordered the new servant to clean this room. The least you should've done was ask me before asking Alicia to take over.” The stare he gave me reminded me that even though he had told me to move into the Adams estate with him, he would always remain one of the most feared mafia lords in Cleveland.

“Your dream, Ella. Your ambition to change the city. It’s intriguing. And it got me thinking.” “I’m listening,” I responded warily. “If you go back to your firm, start with that small case I mentioned, and prove yourself, maybe then...” He trailed off, leaning in closer. “Maybe then, I can help you with a case that’ll give you a real fight against the mafia.” I almost choked on my drink. “You? Help me take down the mafia? Aren't you a part of it?” He smirked, revealing a hint of mischief. “Not my mafia, darling. Another one.”

Kathrine said as tears of anger started to fill her eyes. “Kathrine, please can we do this another time?” Andrew asked his voice calm and steady. “No! I need to know. Now!” Kathrine stared at Andrew waiting for him to answer. “I think you already know the answer to the important question.” Andrew said keeping his pose. “You’re part of a Mafia? What the fuck Andrew?” Kathrine yelled. Her breaths were loud and heavy. “Kathrine…” Andrew said as he stepped closer to her. “Get the fuck away from me! Stay the fuck away!” Kathrine said while stepping back away from Andrew.

She ordered Grace, who hurried away. "I had your name changed." She said. "Why?" "Do you want revenge?" She asked me. "Yes," I muttered. "That's why." Armani brought a file. Maria helped me sit up and opened the file for me to see. "You're now a Da Costa. Serena Da Costa." She told me proudly. I ran my hands over the name in the file and began to sob. That day was the day everything completely changed. After recuperating, Maria trained me to be a killing machine and Raffaele played the role of my godfather, teaching me everything I needed to know about the Mafia.

How can one man have this much enemies? That was when Xavier opened his eyes. Khalil held Jade back from reacting. With a groan, he tried to get up but realized he was tied up. “Fuck!" He growled. “Well, well, well.” The king roared with laughter. “Guess who I have at my feet.” Xavier finally looked up. “Mustafa,” He smiled. “Son of a bitch.” Xavier breathed. “The Mafia Lord himself,” Mustafa took delight in seeing him suffer in the ropes. “Get him up.” The king ordered.

“Did you honestly think that after saving you from your father, after everything I did for you, I’d let you betray me… for a bloody woman?” “I served you for more than fifteen years, you greedy bastard.” I say through gritted teeth. “I did all your dirty work without complaining. And you dared to come after what is mine?” Escobar laughs. “The mafia is a do or die affair, my boy. Once you’re in, there’s no going out. When I found out that you’d left because of that thief’s daughter, I knew I had to do something.” I lean back and stare at him, totally stunned.