Maid To The Three Mafia Kings

⋆ Chapter 46: Aidan's Job🌶️🌶️🌶️

Marionne stormed down the narrow corridor, her high heels clicking angrily against the polished floor. She balanced the silver platter in one hand and clutched a bottle of expensive wine in the other. Her face was flushed with anger, and her perfectly applied makeup did little to hide her fury.

She reached Aidan's office, where she knew he had holed up for the night. She was livid. She had spent hours getting ready, putting on her most seductive French lingerie, only to be stood up. Even though Aidan hadn't explicitly promised to show up, she had made her intentions clear. His absence was a slap in the face.

For a moment, Marionne considered walking away and calling her father to cancel everything. But her wounded pride wouldn't let her. She was Marionne freaking Hearst, an heiress, and no man—not even Aidan Moretti—would treat her like she didn't matter.

Without knocking, Marionne kicked open the door, her eyes blazing with rage. "How dare you make me wait for you?!" she screamed, hurling the platter and wine bottle to the floor. The crash echoed through the room as glass shattered and food splattered everywhere. "You make me look like a fool! How dare you!"

Aidan sat in a large leather chair by the window, a half-empty bottle of whiskey dangling from his hand. He didn't even flinch at her outburst. "We all have to do what we have to do, right?" he said flatly, not bothering to look at her.

Marionne stomped over to him, her finger jabbing the air in front of his face. "I don't go around preparing food for anyone, Aidan," she spat. "Man the damn up and give me what I want, or I swear I'm this close to calling my father and canceling the whole damn agreement."

Aidan's eyes finally met hers, cold and unfeeling. "Are you really that desperate for me to fuck you?" he asked, his words dripping with contempt.

What immediately followed was the sound of Marionne's hand connecting with Aidan's cheek. A bright red handprint bloomed on his skin right away.

"Fuck you, Aidan," she hissed. "Need I remind you that it's your father who wanted all this? He wanted out of the shitty life your family's been living. And you were so obliging, remember? What changed?"

Aidan stared at her, his jaw clenched. Suddenly, he stood up, towering over Marionne. In one swift motion, he grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the office, slamming the door behind them. Before Marionne could protest, he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack. She pounded her fists against his back as he carried her down the hallway towards her room.

When they reached her room, Aidan kicked the door shut with a resounding thud and threw her onto the bed, the mattress bouncing under her weight. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering candlelight.

"Where is it?" Aidan asked, his voice rough with urgency. "Where the hell is it?" He frantically searched through the drawers, pulling them out with force and sending their contents scattering across the floor.

"What?" Marionne asked, trying to sit up on the bed, her brows knitting together in confusion.

Aidan turned to her, his eyes dark and intense. "I know you keep a collection, Marionne." His voice was a low growl. "Where are your fucking toys?"

When Marionne didn't answer immediately, he grabbed her arm, dragging her off the bed and shoving her against the wall. She let out a soft gasp, then grinned wickedly. "My friends told me you're quite rough. I want you to blow my mind," she murmured, a purr of delight escaping her lips as Aidan pinned her arms above her head.

This is just part of the job, Aidan told himself, his grip tightening around her wrists. He threw her back onto the bed, taking a step back to compose himself. "Strip," he ordered, his voice steady but eyes burning with intensity.