His Mafia Queen

1. Encounters

⚠️ There will be some gruesome violence in this book along with a lot of sexual scenarios, drugs, and murder.

There will be Italian and Russian dialog but I'm using Google Translate so it may not be completely correct please keep that in mind going forward.

~~Lina's P.O.V ~~

  I groan lightly smacking my phone and shutting off the obnoxious alarm next to me before groggily sitting up and rubbing the tired out of my eyes. I begrudgingly slide out of bed heading straight for the connected bathroom in my room stopping in front of the mirror to take in my sloppy appearance. My hazel eyes have bags under them, my black curly hair is in dismay, dried up drool on the side of my mouth, with an old baggy t-shirt falling around my body. My excitement for today is nowhere in sight as I strip quickly sliding myself into a hot shower to get my day started; this is a usual thing for me... I get up, shower, get ready, eat, and then I'm off to work only to come home to take my online classes before passing back out for the night. Every single god-forsaken day without fail; When I'm finally finished showering I throw on my catering uniform before pulling my hair up into a slicked-back bun and running downstairs to the kitchen. One of the suckiest parts of living alone is that I have no one to help cook food so this part can be a bit of a pain in the ass. I quickly make myself some avocado toast taking quick bites as I gather my things to head out.

When I arrive at work I can't help but feel exhausted after last night's double, a deep sigh leaves my lips as I walk into the large building heading straight for the kitchen "Good afternoon Ms. Lina" Trevor smiles giving me a playful nudge "you look tired." a sleepy smile finds it's way across my face "last night's double kicked my ass and now we have this stupid brunch thing for whoever these fucking people are." I groan waving my hand dismissively in the air  "These people happen to be very important so let's try to put on our best fake smiles." Our boss Kaitlyn says as she comes up behind me; by second nature my eyes roll so far back that I almost lose them at the high-pitched noise coming from my bitch of a boss. "Remember the breakfast items are first and then lunch items will come second. Make sure you are smiling while serving any drinks or offering horderves!" She yells towards everyone before fixing her gaze on me "That includes you and don't drop anything today." a low huff rises in my chest as my back lands against a cool wall. "damn, she's out for you now huh?" Trevor chuckles setting up my tray of mini fruit bowls "I dropped one glass last night and now I'm the staff klutz  and then to top it all off I told some guy not to grope me and now she's pissed because I wouldn't let him have his way with me  so I guess he was upset and bitched about it."

Trevor sighs handing me the tray full of food "I know this job sucks but it's only till we're done with school and then we're off to whatever the hell is next."  I nod shooting him a lighthearted smile "You're right, I just wish I could fast forward to graduation; I did online courses because they were supposed to be faster but honestly, it's a lonely drag." He takes a grape off his counter placing it to my lips "Here eat something other than avocado toast for once and be ready because tonight we're going out to Club Zen." The grape squishes in my mouth washing a refreshing feeling down my throat. "I can't-" he cuts me off "I know you have class but it's okay to have fun every once in a while " I sigh doing my best to plaster a fake smile on my face as I walk out to the crowded dinner area. Jesus these people are dressed up for this little brunch.  I wonder what the hell is so important that people are wearing diamonds, dresses, and suits.

I walk over to the tables asking if they'd like fruit bowls with a tight smile earning a few nods but some of them just completely ignored me as usual. After an hour of running back and fourth with either fruit, hot coffee or morning biscuits, I decided to take a well-needed break for my feet. No matter how long I've done this catering crap my feet always fucking hurt in these god-forsaken ugly pieces of shit non-slip shoes. My uniform is a simple black and white waitress outfit so the non-slip shoes blend in however they squeeze the shit out of my feet all day long. I lean against the wall taking a deep breath to relax for a moment. "Is this what servants do when they disappear?" The stern voice snaps me out of my daze "Oh, no sir... I was just taking a moment before the next dish was ready." If looks could kill I would be dead right now "We need more coffee brought out and I want you as my table personal waitress for this evening" My eyes glide over his body drinking him in.