Taken by the Mafia

Chapter 11 - Advice

Thomas 

Marcus came to see me today. It's been three hours and we have been hanging out. he is a mafia leader too but he is just a little cool. He lets slips and doesn't punish his staff a lot. Because of that, they adore him. But he can be deadly when the moment calls for it.

"I DON'T WANT ANYMORE FUCKING EXCUSES. JUST FUCKING FIND HIM AND BRING HIM TO ME," i shout on the phone before hanging up and placing the phone on the table.

I sigh. "Don't mind my manner. "

"Did not." Marc say, smoothly, taking a sip from his bottle.

I rub my temples. "I'm feeling a stressed out lately."

"You know what," he says putting the bottle on the table. "I think you need a girlfriend."

"Noooo," i groan. "Don't start again."

"No, really," He sits forward. "I think you need something real.  A real girlfriend."

"My life is real. I don't have time for this." i say, taking a sip from my bottle. "Plus, i don't do girlfriends."

"Yes well," he says, narrowing his eyes. "I think you need a real someone to fuck."

I nearly choke.

"How about that girl," he says. "The one you brought from Myers' house."

This time i actually choke.

"You don't know what you are saying," I shake my head.

"But she is beautiful, you say."

"Yes," i say, remembering her pretty face and Amber hair and bright eyes. "she is."

"See," he says, , snapping his fingers. "You are attracted to her."

"Just because she is beautiful doesn't mean i am attracted to her."

"I thought you said the only girls you claim to be beautiful are the ones you immediately find attractive."

Gosh, did i say that?

"Come on, man." he leans forward to pat my shoulder. "Just fuck her."

"She's not my type."

"Is she timid?" 

"Yes"

"Sweet?"

"Yes"

"Shy?"

"Yes"

"Then she certainly is your type."  he leans back, satisfied.

"How is that?" i take a sip. he does too, then says," I mean you're like a big, handsome man, negative and very serious. and she is, like, sunshine and shy and laughy. And cute. yes, very much cute. so you two make a perfect couple. Oh, wait, no. she will not be your girlfriend just fucker. so you two will make a perfect fuckle." 

"How do you know she is cute when you have never seen her?" i ignore his other statement.

"I don't. But you think."

"WHAT." a vein pulsed in my forehead.

"She is the only one you gave money for and the only one you don't pay. you bought her. she's practically your slave."

 he stand up, pats me on the shoulder before he leaves.

Two now-familiar, delicate knocks and i say, "Come in."

Lily opens the door and steps inside, holding a tray and my coffee.

I watch her as she brings it over to my desk. the way her hips move as she walks. 

Marc's advice  comes to my mind seeing her. Beautiful, yes. she would make a perfect fuck. 

and a wild idea fills my head.

"Lily," i say as she puts down the coffee. she turns to look at me. "Yes."

"You will not be working from tomorrow in the kitchens."

"What?" her eyes widen. 

"From now on you will be my personal servant and will work only for me. is that understood?"

"Yes."

"And if Carla comes to you tomorrow, just tell her that you won't work."

she nods. "You can leave." she leaves.

If Carla is jealous, I will enjoy her envy. because it's so fun watching people suffer. either through more or less.