TAKE BY THE MAFIA LORD
Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 9
(A Twist of Fate…)
GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance
©Cisca. H
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Broken Rules
Vincenzo had left the house early in the morning, returning a few minutes past seven. He was surprised to walk inside his room to see a different figure arranging his bedroom. He frowned.
“Where is Freya?” He asked the servant who was almost done with dressing his room.
He turned and bowed his head before he answered. “The mistress has restricted her from working here, so she had me in her place.”
“What?!” He questioned. “Where is Kelly?”
“She left a while ago after a brief call. She hasn’t returned yet.” He replied.
He glared around the room, then back at him. “I’ll need my maid back after today. You return to your section. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You have five minutes to get this dressed up.” He said and left for his office. While in his way, he picked his phone from his pocket, dialing on Kelly’s number. It says she was on another call. She finally called back after a while. “Hey, babe.”
“I need you in my office. Now.”
“Hey, what’s the problem? Did some thing happened?”
“Just get your ass in my office.” He hung the call.
Not quite long, Kelly shows up. “What’s wrong, babe?” She asked as soon as she walked in.
“Why the f+k did I see some one else in my room and not Freya?” He questioned.
“Oh, is that why you had to rush me from my perfect moment? To listen to this shit?” She shoved her hair back. “Well, I was actually doing you the favor since you have refused to do so. She broke your favorite vase, isn’t that enough to tell you that she is dangerous and destructive? I’m sure it’s until she has every thing pulled to the ground before you realize you picked the wrong girl.”
“I don’t remember asking for your help with this. She broke my vase doesn’t mean I should change her. I have my reasons for keeping her.”
“Reasons?” She scoffed. “You’re finding her fascinating, aren’t you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know what I mean, Enzo, you know exactly what I am talking about. I’ve seen it happen, I’ve seen the way you look at her. I’ve observed the way you smile at her, you never give me those smiles.”
“Freya has nothing to do with any of these. She is my maid and just a maid. I would never pick interest for some one whose brother murdered my own brother.” He explained.
“Will you swear you don’t like her?” She made him swear, sounding like she was going to cry.
“I swear, Kelly, I would never have any one beside you.” He swore. He saw the roll of tears on her cheek, he stood up from his chair, going to hug her. “You don’t have to think too much, Freya has no place in my heart.”
Kelly found truth in his words, clearing off the doubts in her heart. “I love you, Enzo.”
“I love you too.”
Kelly walked with pride, with full belief that Vincenzo loves no other one but her. She was feeling too proud of herself, comforting herself with the fact that Freya owns no place in his heart.
Kelly had gone with her friends, and she was going to return the following day. The servant who had arranged Vincenzo’s room in the morning, had already informed Freya that he wanted her back on duty.
Later that night, Freya comes with a tray of food to serve him. As she entered the room, it was dark everywhere. She goes to drop the tray on the table, then she goes to search for the switch. She found it, turning it on. She turns to leave but sees Vincenzo standing behind her.
She screamed in fear, her heart beating so fast. She didn’t hear his footsteps, how the fuck did he get here so fast?
“What was rule one?” He asked Freya who was still recovering from the fright.
Rule one. Rule one. Rule one. Freya thought earnestly.
“You will remain my slave and you will do every thing I ask you to do. You will obey no man but me. That’s rule number one.” She recalled the words.
“I shall obey no man but you.” She said, trembling.
“Are you aware that you just broke the rule?” He was so close to her that his presence was intimidating. She couldn’t find her lost breath, and she has never felt this scared of him before.
“She made me do it.” She said as if that was the only word in her mind.
“I brought you here, not her. I made you my maid, not hers. I own you and no one else is to order you around. So, you’re following every single word I say, you shouldn’t let me remind you of this again. Understood?”
She nodded her head.
He placed one hand on the wall just above her head, while the other remained in his pocket. Terrified, Freya gummed her body against the wall as his face leaned close. “I need the words, Freya.” He demanded.
“Y–Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He pulls back. “Take the food away, I’m not hungry.”
She takes the tray of food, exiting the room. It took her so much effort to get her breath steady again.
The weather grew cloudy and a heavy rain began to fall. Freya remembered she had spread her clothes and Vincenzo’s outside. She rushed under the rain to pick them before the rain got them wet. She had used her clothes to cover Vincenzo’s so that it wouldn’t get wet.
Before she got to the building, a part of her body was soaked wet. She goes to drop hers in the room, while she folded that of Vincenzo into a basket. She changed to a different cloth, but her hair was still dripping off water. She pushed the door open after a knock which wasn’t answered.
She walked to the wardrobe, hanging his clothes on a hanger. Vincenzo was busy with his phone, but he couldn’t withstand looking at her. There was his jacket he had asked her to hang on the cloth stand. He watched her, but made it less obvious.
He would look at his phone, then at her. She was fighting with the drops of water which kept rolling down from her hair. After she was done, she picked the basket from the ground, exiting the room. Vincenzo’s gaze fell on her butts as it swayed in each step she took.
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