Maid To The Mafia:Totally Captivated

CHAPTER V

FIRST DIRTY JOB

As soon as I got downstairs, I was hit with a bunch of requests from all four corners.

“Jenny, tall black!” Jonny. Very demanding.

“Jenny, hot chocolate! And make that swan on it too. I like it.” Bobby. Very whiny.

“Jenny, a short black.” Heath. I didn’t know much about him.

“Jenny, long black please.” Finnie. Very polite.

I was about to deliver their orders when Gio’s husky voice travelled to my ears, alerting me to full active mode. I turned toward him by instinct and almost drooled again.
What was up with this mafia boss? Was he trying to show off his full
spring collection in his wardrobe?
This dude was really playing with a maiden’s heart here. And didn’t he just have a shower this morning when I accidently dumped my scalding coffee on him?

“What the fuck are all of you doing?” Giovanni yelled at his underlings.

“Get your bloody asses on the street and start collecting money.”

“Yes, boss.” They all scurried off their chairs, flipping over backward trying to reach the door. I stood there staring at the chaos.
What just happened? Giovanni glared at me when I didn’t move.

“Jay, you go, too.”

“What?” I blurted.

Did I hear that right?
Giovanni wanted me to go with those guys to do mafia jobs. Was he kidding me?
This was only my first day as his maid. Surely threatening and hurting people were jobs only reserved for the male species. A soft delicate creature like me couldn’t even hurt a fly, let alone a human being. So, I put forth my good reasoning.

“But I’m a woman.”

“You’re an apparatus, equipment in this household, like this chair or table here,” he barked, shutting me up.

“Now get moving and make me some money.”

“What am I supposed to be doing?”

“Follow them and you’ll find out,” he hissed in my face.
Was he still mad at me from this afternoon?
Heck! Did he find out I’d used his bathroom?
I had to be careful next time.

“Jay!”

“What?”

“Get going. Or do you want me to whack your butt?”

Whacking?
Would I be punished if I defied his orders?
Gee, this guy was a sadistic brute. There was no way I was staying around to find out. My gluteus maximus was very sensitive tissue. So I raced outside like the devil—aka Giovanni Dente—was chasing my tail.
As soon as I caught up to the guys outside, they were already sliding into the black van. I hauled myself into the van before it took off, only to come face to face with a crying man.

“Why are you crying? You know boss doesn’t like us showing our feminine side,” Finnie said, consoling the crying Bobby who was sobbing like a child.

“I can’t help it. Why... why do I have to be called Bobby? It’s so... so not manly,” Bobby explained between hiccups.
I didn’t know what the commotion was about, but I cleared my throat anyway, alerting them to my presence. They all glared at me. I wasn’t the least bit intimated. If I were to stay in Cory Mansion as maid, then at least I should get on their good side. Who knew? My time here might be more enjoyable if I were to become their friend. Always look on the positive side of everything, I say.

“Bobby. It’s Bobby, isn’t it?” I asked, using my soothing voice. But I still couldn’t believe I was about to console the very man who’d tried to throw me off the bridge just this morning, though.