Taken by the Mafia

Chapter 10 - Jealous

Thomas

I roll onto my side. 

It's about four in the morning and i can't sleep. I can't shut down my mind. I sit up, raking a hand through my hair.

I need coffee.

Some people think that a drug lord always resorts to drugs but i prefer coffee most of the times.

It's so late and no one would be up right now because no one wakes up this late. So, i have to go down and make coffee myself. 

Actually, I can call Carla but she will fancy something else that i am calling her in the middle of the night. She will think that i am calling her not just for coffee and i don't want her bugging me right now. 

so i get up and go downstairs and into the massive kitchens. It's been a while since i've made coffee for anyone even though the only person i've ever made coffee for is my own self.

First i pick out milk from the refrigerator. I turn to the stove but something on the floor gets my attention.

An arm. Of the person behind the island.A maid. 

Is she dead? Did someone kill her?

There's no blood on the floor. I put the milk carton on the slab and slowly walks around the island to see who it was.

And i know who it was right away. I can recognize this dress anywhere.

Something unexpected constricts in my heart, making it ache.

Is she dead?

She's lying prone on the floor. Some strands have fallen onto her face. I move a little closer.

She's breathing.

So, not dead. Something loosens in my chest. I expel a breath I did not know I was holding.

What happened? Did someone--?

I sit beside her and shake her a little, pushing her hair away from her face. Her head is limp.

Her hair is so silky and her skin is so soft.

She's unconscious. Possibly from exhaustion. And one glance towards the sink and the many dishes in the dish-rack, set neatly to dry off, confirms my guess.

Taking a breath, I stand up and pick her up. My one arm behind her back and one under her knees as i carry her to her room and put her in her bed.

Early next morning, I call Carla to my office. 

She comes in with a smile and stands before my desk.

"You called, sir?"

"Don't wake Lily today. She's not working today." 

Her smile vanishes.

"Why?"

"Because i gave her leave." i tell her simply.

Carla has always been haughty so she speaks, "Why did you give her leave?"

And when i don't answer she says as if complaining. "None of us ever got a day off from work."

"None of you ever had to wash all of the dishes by herself." i raise my eyebrows that say what i didn't I know what you did.

Her cheeks heat. " why did you do that?" i ask her.

"You asked me to give her some, so i did."

But i saw it written plain on her face.

She is jealous of Lily.

It makes me smile so hard i have to nod to her to leave before i burst out laughing.

But she's right. I never gave any of my maids leave before.