Maid for the Mafia Boss

No matter how much I didn’t want to go down, I had no choice when Zeke decided to carry me down the stairs to the living room where a group of five men are playing poker.

They all looked at our direction the moment Zeke lets me go in front of them.

“Hey, Zeke! Good thing you finally thought of going down!” Said the shortest guy among them. He looks at me with a smile.

“Hello! I’m Steven Cortez.” He smiled widely as he energetically waved a hand in greeting.

His hair was straight and long going down to his neck. He lets it fall down gracefully and that’s where I notice he also has bangs by the side. His hair color is red that matches his dark black eyes. I let out a small smile at him.

The guy with a big body drops his set of cards and stood up. He walks closer to me and knelt down which got me dumbfounded.

“Erick Trejo, miss.” He bowed down as if he was giving an honour to a princess.

He’s tall and obviously a hardworking body builder. But his body is just in a right shape unlike those who are really passionate going to the gym. I can’t help but scratch my head at what he just did.

“Why are you treating her like that? She’s just a maid.” I turned to tan-skinned man with piercing eyes that glared at me.

“Quit it, Devon.” But the guy just rolled his eyes at Zeke.

“Whatever,” I turned to Dale who’s currently smirking at me.

Beside the quiet Theo was another guy with his eyes just focused on his phone. Steven walked toward him and placed his arm around his shoulders. The latter threw Steven a glare.

“What do you want?” He asked, Steven flashed a smile at him before turning back to me.

“Introduce yourself to Kei’s maid.” The guy turned to me for a second before placing his sight back to his phone.

“Maxence Hunter.” Was all he could mutter.

I saw Zeke comfortably sitting on a nearby sofa after I just left him standing. I glared at him to which he just ignored.

Steven walks around me and finds himself holding my hand.

“I suppose you already know Dale and Theo?” I nodded at his grinning face. His grip on my hand tightened as his smirk suddenly got creepy.

“Good.” I uncomfortably pulled my hand away from his.

“Stop it, Steven.” I can’t help but gaze at the woman who just arrived. She’s tall and has a perfectly shaped figure. Her hair was reaching up to her chest.

“I’m Laiza Morales.” She offers a hand to which I accepted. I can’t help but notice all of the scars on her hand as if they were knife cuts.

“Uhmmm, Nassandra Del Luna.” Everyone’s heads turned to the door which made me look there as well.

There stood Andrew wearing jogging pants and a plain white t-shirt. As our eyes met, I felt the coldness in his eyes. He quietly walks towards a couch away from the other ones.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Zeke stood up and held me.

“You got to leave, Nassandra.” I nodded before bowing in front of them all and left.

I may want to stay and hear what they’re going to talk about but I just chose to get away since it’s absolutely none of my business.

“So what are you gonna do about Nassandra?” I heard Zeke asking. I furrowed my eyebrows.

“What do you suggest?” Asked Andrew. My eyes widened so I hid behind a wall that served as a barrier between the living room and kitchen.

“You should’ve just locked her up in that room, Kei. I don’t get it how she managed to run away from there.” Said a woman. Was that Laiza?

“No, she is claustrophobic.” Zeke stated. I peeked through the wall and noticed all of the serious looks on their faces.

“Oh! I’ll just bring her home! I don’t have any companion! She will be a good company.” I was stunned at what Steven just blurted out. He will bring me to his house?

“She can stay at my dungeon, it will be a great experience.” Said a man with a deep voice. Kinda like that big guy.

“I can practice shooting with her.” Devon suggested. What??? I clenched my fists at what I heard.

“She can stay in my bedroom forever. It will be fun.” Dale casually said.

“Are you guys kidding me?! You really want that maid to be at your house?” Laiza said with a digusted tone. My jaw tightened while my gaze was down on the floor in front of me.

“Andrew, I can guard her if she’ll stay with me. I’ve known her far longer than you do.” My eyebrows creased even closer. Even Zeke is making my head ache.

“Just kill her.” Devon carelessly blurted out. All of their words are suddenly making me shake with anger.

Who do they think they are?! Just because they’re members of some mafia they had the nerve to do malicious stuff like that! What am I, a toy?! Something that they’ll keep passing on like a ball?!

I suddenly want to punch them all on the faces. Nobody owns me but myself! No one. I thought Zeke is somehow different from them. They’re all the same. I was about to leave when I suddenly heard Andrew’s cold and deep voice.

“Enough. She is a maid, who applied for a job. She is not our enemy. She’s not a toy that you’ll just do whatever you want with her. I don’t freaking chose all of you to be my subordinates to just disrespect a woman. You all know Furieux Noir(French name sa mafia nila) is not that kind of mafia. We don’t involve innocent people.” He emphasized every word. I had goosebumps upon hearing what he just said, at the same time, I felt my heart racing.

“She’s not innocent anymore!” Steven raised in disagreement.

“I said enough. Don’t you know that someone told her?” He furiously muttered. I peeked again and saw Dale lowered his gaze. Andrew looked at everyone in the room.

“She will be my maid, no one will lay a hand on her. Assess yourselves. Think about what the mafia has done for all of you. I don’t have friends that have the likes of you.” I heard Andrew stood up from the couch so I immediately ran my way to the kitchen.

Catching my breath, I leaned my body against the kitchen wall. I was suddenly brought back to Andrew’s statement. Did he actually just defended me? Why???

I walk towards the dinning room to prepare the plates on the placemats of the table for tonight’s supper of the maîtres and maîtresses. I rolled my eyes upon rememering everything they just said earlier.

I ran across Nathan who’s trays are not balanced.

He’s got his head lowered with a gloomy look on his face.

“Nathan,” I called out. He was surprised to see me causing the contents of the tray to fall down from his grip. My eyes widened as I quickly managed to catch the things he was carrying using my left hand. Nathan gaped, looking at the tray I was holding.

“Nathan, are you alright?” I called again which brought him back to reverie. He immediately snatches the tray from me.

“S-Sorry, Nassandra.” He lets out a small smile and quickly left. I turned to him worriedly. After what happened to manang, I never got to see them again after Andrew locked me up in that room.

When I saw them earlier, I was immediately greeted by their warm hugs and cries. I guess they all got traumatized after what happened with manang. They’ve been with her ever since.

When I arrived back to the dinning room, everyone was already seated at the chairs in front of the table. I noticed they were the same as the day they ate lunch here and Brylle was crying. Eight men and three women.

I bowed before placing the plates in front of each of them.

I can feel their eyes on me to which I didn’t bother looking back. I am in no mood to do that. I bowed once again, intending to leave but I felt Zeke grabbing my hand. I didn’t turn back.

“Is there anything else that you need, maître?” I sarcastically asked. He stopped and lets go of my hand.

“N-Nothing.” I left and went to the kitchen where my three co-workers are just staring. I sighed as I started to put the food I cooked in the bowls.

“If you don’t want to serve, go on and rest in your rooms.” I said while scooping.

Ema looked at me in disbelief.

“B-But,” I turned to her.

“Ever since manang got in a coma, I was also gone and that left the three of you handling the mansion. Go on and rest, you need it.” I said as I continued on putting the bowls on a tray and went to the dinning room. I saw the three of them walk to our room and I repeatedly sighed.

As I arrived at the dinning room, I started to serve their foods.

I was at the kitchen when Tiya called and asked for a video call.

“Hey, my child. Nice to know that you finally responded.” I saw Tiya’s face on the screen with Brylle right behind her.

“I’m sorry, I just got busy.” I flashed a tired smile at them. Brylle noticed me and went closer to the screen.

“Hi, mama!” He sent a flying kiss to which I pretended to catch and placed it on my chest.

“Hi, baby, how are you?” He grinned widely.

“I’m fine! Why didn’t you video called us yesterday?” He was sad with his last statement. I frowned.

“Sorry, baby. I just had something important to do at work. Can you forgive me?” He smiled once again.

“Always!” This made me smile, as well.

“Nassandra, are you doing alright there? They’re not abusing you, aren’t they?” I thought for a second before shaking my head.

“No, not at all.” Really, self? Really?

“That’s good, just remember to call or text if ever you need anything.” I looked at the door of the kitchen and saw Zeke leaning against the doorframe. I didn’t look at him any longer and diverted my attention back to my phone.

“Tiya, I’m afraid I needed to end the call. One of my boss is here.” Auntie nodded.

“Sure, bye. Brylle, say goodbye to your mommy.” Brylle waved his little hand to which I waved back. I sighed as I placed my phone on the kitchen counter.

I turned my back on Zeke and started washing the dishes.

“Maître, what are you doing here? Do you need anything?” I pointedly asked. I heard him getting closer.

“You heard our conversation.” He stated. I stopped what I was doing and faced him.

“So what if I heard your conversation? If yes, are you going to punish me? Are you going to bring me to your house?” He clenched his fist.

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean it. We’re all sorry.” I resumed to washing.

“Oh yeah?” I saw him run his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Nassandra—”

“Just go back to the dinning room, Zeke.” I coldly replied. He glanced at me hesitatingly before leaving.

I just sighed once again.