The Mafia's Girl

Chapter 4. Day 1

I stretch my arms above my head feeling my body relax and my muscles unclench themselves, squinting as a stream of sunlight shines into my eyes. That was the best sleep I have ever had, this bed is the softest thing I have ever touched, if only it wasn't in the house of the person who owns me. Shaking my thoughts away I get up and head to the bathroom to do my morning business still taking in the size of the bathroom, this motherfucker is huge, you could fit 30 of my old room into this one, well that wouldn't be hard, I would hardly call what I had a room.

Exiting the bathroom I head for the closet only to have somebody knocking rapidly on my door, I change my direction and head for the door, opening it to see a women dressed in a maids uniform. "Good morning, my name is Alice, I am the head maid here and will be assigning your chores, here is the list, complete them all then report to one of your masters, don't slack off and don't complain, just get it done" and with that she left, leaving me with the list in my hand and a note attached to it, the note said 'Your clothes are in the closet change into them and start your chores by 7am', I glance at the clock, 6:50am, oh shit, I run into the closets and quickly change into my maids clothes, glancing at myself the mirror, guess this is my life now.

I leave my room and head for the kitchen as my first job is in there, let me tell you what my list is okay.

1. Clean the entire kitchen from top to bottom, it must be spotless.

2. Clean all bathrooms in the first, second and third floor bedrooms.

3. Vacuum all areas of carpet, sweep all hard floors, mop all hard floors.

4. Do all laundry for your masters.

5. Make the beds and clean their rooms.

6. Help with dinner and the clean up afterwards.

7. Clean Master Thompson's office.

Some fucking list isn't it, how the fuck is one person supposed to do all this and furthermore why have other maids if I'm the one doing fucking everything, oh thats right no complaining, fine, whatever. I descend down the stairs and head for what I hope is he kitchen, holy shit this kitchen Is massive, I have to clean all of this, I see the cooks finishing up with breakfast and a single piece of toast is slid my way on a plate, I look up at the cook and he just says breakfast. So I guess thats not changing, I eat the toast quickly and go find the cleaning products, Im already pretty used to cleaning as I was forced to clean my old house from top to bottom, so this kitchen should be relatively easy.

Okay I take that shit back as I lean my back against the bench, easy is not a word I would use for that job, get fucked, I cant feel my fucking arms, that when I glance at my list and realise this is the first job and I have a shitload more to do and god knows what would happen if I don't get everything done. I push myself off of the bench and head for the third floor, I figured I'd start from the top and work my way down, I close my eyes and let out a sigh as I reach the floor, there is 15 rooms up here, all the same size as mine, fuck me, I drag my feet to the end of the hall and knock on the first door, when I get no reply I open it up to find it empty, huh, wait, does no one live here, its a fucking vacant room, why do I need to clean a fucking vacant room. 

This has to be Cole's doing, he said I would be fun to break, I guess he means physically, I march into the room determined to finish everything on that list and prove that bastard wrong, he thinks he can break me, well jokes on you buddy, i'm already broken. I pull out my cleaning supplies and get to work, moving at a speed I didn't even know was possible, I guess anger is a really good motivator, I finish the bathroom in record time and head on the next, I then repeat this process another 13 times until I'm finally done with this floor. To say I'm tired is an understatement, my arms feel like they're going to fall off and my legs are like jelly, not to mention that single piece of toast is doing fuck all for me. 

I get in the elevator, yes thats right, this motherfucker is so big it needs an elevator and head down to the next floor. Bathrooms was all I saw for the next 3 hours, I fucking did it though, fuck you Cole, you didn't win bitch. Right what's next, vacuuming, sweeping and moping, I got this, easy, I fly though that shit like it was nothing and stand there with the mop feeling quite proud. HAHA motherfucker, next, laundry, I got this, I race to the laundry room and get started, there were baskets with names on them which told me whose clothes were whose, it says my masters, i'm assuming that means Braxton, Derek and Cole, so I grab the baskets and start washing them one my one, while one is drying I wash another and then when that one finishes drying I fold and hang it while the next one dries, I have pretty good system going. I glance up at the clock and see its 2pm, I'm a fucking machine, I'm gonna ace this shit. 

I finish the laundry and head for Braxtons room, direction are on the list, knock on his door and wait, no reply, fuck yeah, I hate his ass, don't really need to be seeing him and start on his room, I clean it, make his bed, clean his bathroom and put away his clothes, I then repeat the process in Derek's room and head for Cole's, I knock and wait before heading it, he's not here, thank god. I stop and take in his room, its quite neat for a guy, the bed is made and doesn't look like its been slept in, the room is spotless and so is the bathroom, I put all his clothes away and stand there confused, I was supposed the clean his room, why is it clean, just as I pick up my basket Cole comes walking though the door. 

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?" he screams at me, I just stand there dumbfounded, I thought he made the list, "ANSWER ME!" he screams again and I snap out of it, "I was assigned to clean here, it's on my list" I reply showing him the list, he snatches it from my hand and scans it quickly, his eyebrows frowning, "Who gave you this list?" he asks looking into my eyes, I freeze for a second and my mouth goes dry, god he's so hot its almost unbearable to look at him, "Annabelle" he says, I snap out of it blushing at the way he said my name. "A maid named Alice gave it to me, she said I had to get everything done" I tell him, my voice just above a whisper, he sighs handing me back the list, I take it from him our fingers brushing in the process causing a delightful shiver down my spine. "From now on my room is off limits, so is my office, the rest of the the chores can stay but you stay out of my space, do you understand?" Cole asks, well more like states, I don't really think it was a question. I just look down and nod my head, feeling like a child being told off by their parents, "Good, you may leave, head back to your room, a maid will bring you dinner, eat and then go to sleep" Cole tells me opening the door wider and gesturing for me to leave. 

I head towards the door and just as i'm about to leave, the door gets slammed shut and i'm spun around and pushed into it a hand finding my throat, Cole leans in close, I can feel his breath on my lips, "Next time I ask you a question I expect a response not some nod of the head, got it" he whispers, "Yes" I whisper, "Yes what?" he asks impossibly close to my lips, "Yes Sir" I tell him, I can see his body stiffen and his eyes darken, he licks his lips and leans in as if to kiss me, I arch my body up to him and close my eyes waiting for his lips, instead he leans into my ear. "If you think I would want to kiss a vile creature like you, your wrong, I would rather walk on broken glass that be that close to you" he whispers menacingly, he then lets my go and steps back like i'm a disease, I can feel the tears in my eyes and my vision is blurry, "Get out" is all he has to say for my to run out of his room and down to mine, I slam the door shut and crawl into my bed bawling my eyes out, stupid idiot, of course he doesn't want you, he's a god and your nothing, with that thought I fall asleep hoping tomorrow will be better.