TAKE BY THE MAFIA LORD
Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 8
(A Twist of Fate…)
GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance
©Cisca. H
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A Lie To Save the Mistress
Freya was dressing Vincenzo’s room when she heard the loud sound of shattered glasses. She flinched at the sound, turning to look at what had actually caused the noise. She was shocked to see Kelly standing beside the table, and before her is the shattered flower vase.
“Oh, no! That’s the master’s favorite vase.” She exclaimed.
“And so? Come clean it up.”
Freya didn’t mind how less concerned Kelly felt about her actions, she bent to get the glasses cleared up. Kelly walked out of the room with a loud sigh. While she was clearing the broken glasses with her hands, it scratched her thumb.
She hissed painfully, stopping the rolling blood with her mouth. She used the long broom to clear the remaining glasses on the floor. She was contemplating on what to tell Vincenzo when he found out that his flower vase was no more.
When he finally returned home, that was around minutes past eight. Some one came to call Freya while she was in the kitchen with the chef. Freya’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t need any one to tell her that she was in big trouble.
She stood before the door, taking in a deep breath before landing a knock on the door. She got no response so she pushed the door open, meeting Vincenzo’s angry gaze. “What the fuck happened to my vase?”
“I… It..” Freya stammered, not knowing how to defend herself. She looked at Kelly who was laying on the bed, her eyes fixed at hers.
“It what?” He stormed, waiting for an explanation.
“I’m sorry, it mistakenly slipped off my hands while I was cleaning the table.” She lied to save herself from Kelly. She knew if she hadn’t said that, when Vincenzo leaves by tomorrow, she was gonna face an ugly phase of Kelly.
“Is that an excuse or what? Do you have an idea of how much I spent to get that vase?”
“I didn’t mean…”
“Just shut the f+k up, okay!” He yelled.
“Calm down, Enzo, I thought you should know by now that she isn’t just a mere human. Why don’t you find her another duty or she ends up destroying every thing in this room. And you know pretty well that she can’t afford any of them even if she has to work for Mark Zuckerberg.” She mocked.
Vincenzo was trying to calm himself down as he listened to her words. He looked at Freya whose face was already buried to the ground.
“Get the fuck out of my room. I don’t wanna look at your face.” Freya slowly walked out of the room. She wasn’t intended to watch him get angry. She had done every thing to make sure he didn’t have any reason to yell, but all of a sudden, some one just pulled the trigger.
She went to a corner to sit, thinking over the incident that just took place. Myra, her closest friend, walked to her, touching her shoulder, causing her to flinch. “Shit, Myra, you scared the shit outta me.”
Myra chuckled.
“How do you know I am here?” Freya asked her.
“Just thought I should sit here for a while.”
“It’s cold out here. Are you sure you can withstand the weather?” Myra asked, concerned.
“I don’t mind. I just wanna feel this way for the rest of the night.”
“Some thing happened, right?” She asked, sensing some thing was wrong with her words.
“Not really.” She tries to lie but Myra was smart enough to notice it.
“Freya, for the love of God, don’t think of lying to me. It’s about the mistress, isn’t it?”
Freya saw that there was no need to hide the truth again, so she finally spoke up. “I think she hates me.”
“Miss Kelly hates every one.”
“No, you don’t understand. I mean, she hates me so much and I don’t know why.”
“Miss Kelly hates any one who works for the master, especially if you’re a lady. She thinks it’s unfair for Mr Vincenzo to have a lady serving him for some reasons best known to her.”
“This morning she broke his flower vase. Just this night, she denied ever having any thing to do with it. Now, he is angry with me because he thinks I’m responsible for damaging his favorite vase.”
“You should have told him it wasn’t your fault.”
“I did want to, Myra, but that lady is gonna make my life two times miserable if I do.”
“That daughter of a bi+ch.” She cursed. “I just hate her so much. You know, she thinks you’re not fit to serve the master. Plus the fact that you look more beautiful than she is makes him think you’ll take her boyfriend from her.”
Freya imagined his face in her mind. That same face that had smiled at her two nights ago was the same that had walked her out of his room. Even though they weren’t on good terms, she felt she needed to do whatever it takes to make him keep smiling. It worked out well the previous day, but definitely not today.
“You don’t have to bother about what she thinks or feels about you, all you’ve got to do is serve Mr Vincenzo the best way you can. There is some thing I learned about the Ferdinandos, especially Mr Vincenzo. He is quite the ruthless mafia lord, but there is a part of him that isn’t ruthless. That part of him once surfaced when he first met Miss Kelly.”
“You mean, she is his weakness?”
“That’s what every one thinks. Well, they look perfect together, hoping for a happy ever after.”
No wonder why she was able to calm him down when he was angry. The way she caressed his cheek, how soothing her voice was to his ears was a thousand reasons why he just can’t let go of her.
“You know, I won’t blame her for being too rational. Mr Vincenzo is quite the type who loves social lives, spending most of his time in bars, hanging out with friends. She feels having a lady as a personal maid was an open chance for him to have a change of interest.”
“So?”
“So, she’s probably scared the master might fall in love with you.”
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Do you think Myra is right about what she said?
