Maid To The Mafia:Totally Captivated

CHAPTER X

TORMENTED MEMORIES

Shortness of breath. Increased heart rate. Burning fire under his skin. The need to quench his thirst by kissing the living hell out of those chatty, pouty lips.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

What the fuck was wrong with him? Giovanni swore to himself all the way to Timbuktu—well, to his private gym actually—where he used that excess energy to beat the living hell out of the punching bag. But even with the massive impact of each punch, he still couldn’t alleviate those symptoms or forget those lucid memories in his head. He could recount every detail. The way his naked body wedged above Jay’s, the way her clothing soaked to her skin, outlining her curvy breasts. The way his skin burned with desire and lust evaporated through his pores. His feelings were so intense he could hardly breathe. What the fuck was wrong with him? She was his maid, for fuck’s sake. Nothing more. So why was he so wrapped up with her? Giovanni threw a few more punches, breath coming out loud and fast, until he was exhausted, body slumping onto the mat. He chuckled like a crazy fool.

“You are one crazy fucker, Gio.” He panted. “Lusting after your own maid.”

He closed his eyes, remembering her cheeky smile and the way she liked to provoke him. Giovanni laughed. It was fun having her around. She amused him. In the beginning. But not now. He wanted her like he wanted his next breath.

“Just pretend she’s one of the boys,” he told himself. “Just pretend she’s one of—” His chant was interrupted when, in his mind’s eyes, he saw his little friend Jennifer, her smiling face dotted with freckles and curious green eyes shining. Giovanni let his mind drift down memory lane.

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“Hello, Gio, handsome boy. Coffee?”

“Let me guess? Flat white?” He smiled, welcoming his little friend, taking the brew from her hands.

“Yeppy. You got it right. So, as a reward, I’ll read you a book.”

She lay on the grass, her head resting on his lap. It was a usual occurrence now. She would visit him at their place under this beech tree. She would always bring the cup of coffee she’d made for him, and he would sit and wait. Gio caressed Jennifer’s damp forehead.

“It’s hot today. You should wear a hat next time.”

“I know. Ma told me that, too. But I got too excited, so I ran out without the hat.”

“And what’ll you be reading for me today?”

“Cinderella.”

“Why Cinderella?” Giovanni asked.

“Because she’s poor, but in the end, she meets her Prince Charming, like me meeting you.”

“I’m not Prince Charming.”

“Yes, you are. You’re handsome, Gio, handsome boy, like Prince Charming. That’s why you’re my best friend and Prince Charming.”

“You don’t have any friends at school, Jennifer?”

“I talk too much. Pa says girls should keep quiet. Not speak their minds. I don’t know what he means, though. Plus, he said I’m not beautiful.”

“Jennifer—” He scolded.

“It’s okay, Gio. I don’t care.” Gio smiled and soon fell asleep wrapped in the serenity of his little friend’s voice.