My Mafia Servant Novels & Stories

“If I ask you of course it matters, are you a maid? did they let you attend the party and you're so grateful to be in the middle of high society?” What a clueless little man, all his beauty ended there for me. Arrogant jerk. “Let me guess, you must be the asshole son of some criminal in here and you grew up thinking that everything is about your navel? and that everybody is afraid of you because you are the son of a don, but the reality is that you have never left the video game and you only live by retelling daddy's stories!” He started laughing, laughing at my face with disdain that made me so angry I could punch him in the face.

Just like I feared, I heard the door open, but in my despair it was the servant my master had sent to take care of me. "Get out!" The man in front of me roared out angrily, making the servant retract her steps. I had lost all hopes. My greatest nightmare had finally come true. I was scared from the start of when I would get to meet the ruthless first son of the great mafia Beckham. His hands were only a few inches to my waist when someone barged in angrily. "How dare you!" The voice was familiar, it was that of my master. I quickly picked up my pink dress, using it to cover my front areas.

Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass. My temper has been out of control lately. But who can blame me? Antonio was one of my best men, and I found out too late that he was stealing from me. Besides the men I've already tortured and killed for information, I don't know who else could have been working with him besides the Russians. Any of my men could be traitors, and I fucking hate traitors. Nobody steals from me. NOBODY! My blood is boiling, threatening to explode. Killing him wasn't enough. Once you join the mafia, your family automatically becomes collateral. He took from me, and I'm going to take everything from him even if he's already rotting away in hell.

My head felt dizzy, and I stared at him with big eyes, thinking this was going to be it. The moment he would shoot me. I had escaped Anson, only in the end to get killed of by the Mafia. "If I knew you were this absurd," Alessio squinted his eyes, looking at me as if I was the crazy one. "I would've picked another maid." Absurd? "Can I trust you to stay quiet if I remove my hand?" I nodded, my gaze pleading for him to remove his hand, and he did. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, realizing how ridiculous I looked.

Serena sat in a crouched position, arms securely wrapped around her legs as she stared blankly at the dungeon gate. She had been blindfolded, leashed and thrown into the underground prison just after the Don gave the instruction, and Serena felt her blood roar in anger at the thought of it. She was now a slave, and at the mercy of her master, The cold heartless Mafia boss. It felt like a dream, yet it was as real and clear as day.

Men in dark clothes standing guard and that alone was enough to make my heart fall. I got out of my car on shaking legs. One of the men stepped forward. "Miss Vittorini?" "Yes." "This way." He led me into the warehouse and in the center, a man stood waiting. He was tall, looked like he was in his mid-forties with eyes that had seen too much death. He looked familiar but where did I know him from? "Donatella. Thank you for coming." He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm Sergei."

"And don't worry, I'll be keeping a close eye on you. If you try anything funny, I'll know." Booze groaned. "This is insane. I'm not a spy. I'm just a low-level thug and there's no way I will betray the mafia, I prefer death."

The maid responded and glanced up to see if Jericho is coming. "Okay. What do you know about your master? I mean what does he do? Which job?" The maid smiled. "I'm not in the right place to say this but I will just tell one thing. Master Jericho is the leader of the fire squad......." Nina spouted out the water in her mouth. What the hell? Holly molly!! Ahh! She's really in a deep shit! A deep trouble. Finally, she's with the Mafia Lord of the Fire squad. Jeez! She couldn't believe this.

The man began to drag her to the couch, “come on. I’ll take care of you!” “I’m not a whore! I’m sorry I got the wrong room! Let me go, please!” She screamed, feeling helpless. “Oh, they all say that honey. Don’t worry… I’ll be gentle.” “I’m Damian’s woman!” Evelyn shouted in panic, borrowing the mafia’s name as she swung her arm, “You dare touch me, you are in deep trouble!” The room burst into laughter and the man gripping her laughed: “Ohh really? Do you know how many women the mafia boss has? You?! Haha—”

Since I knew Ivan was gay I could have cared less. “This is my husband’s cousin Ivan,” I said, flicking my head. “Very nice to meet Mickey’s mate, and congratulations,” he said, kissing her cheek. He didn’t miss a beat, or he was very good at taming his eyes from a naked woman. “Are you in the mafia too,” Veronica asked. I burst out laughing and Ivan did as well. This girl had no clue what she was getting herself into, but then again, I hadn’t either. However, I looked down at the amazing gift in my arms and could only think ... my mafia mate was more than worth all the trouble.