"Mafia's African Rose

Temptation

Clutching the cleaning supplies Claudia had insisted I carry out to the far side of the estate. The moment replayed in my mind — the way every man at that table had looked at me, as if they were stripping me bare with their eyes. Shame and embarrassment washed over me again, and I hurried along, hoping to shake off the feeling.

Why Claudia insisted I work close to the gates today of all days, I didn't know. I sighed, struggling with the heavy bucket of water as I got closer, focusing on anything but my mortification. Just as I reached the gate, the air seemed to thicken, a presence catching my attention.

A group of men in suits moved toward the exit, their imposing forms seeming to darken the atmosphere around them. At the center of the group was a man with an unmistakably lethal aura. His sharp, calculating eyes swept over the estate's grounds, barely noticing anyone around him — until he caught sight of me. He looked so much like the Don, but he Doesn't comes close to the Boss Beauty. Wait why was I comparing them.

Our gazes locked, and I immediately recognized him from the meeting: His intense, almost clinical gaze landed on me, examining me as if he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to. My heart raced, and instinctively, I dropped my gaze, clutching the cleaning rag in my hand.

"Excuse me," I stammered, taking a quick step back to give him room to pass.

But instead of moving, he stepped closer, a flicker of curiosity flashing in his eyes. "A maid, out here all alone," he mused, voice low and slightly mocking. "I thought the maids stayed inside, well away from where they might cause... disruptions."

"I—I was just sent out to clean," I said quickly, wondering if my flushed face gave away my nerves. I felt trapped under his gaze, a mix of fear and defiance swirling in my chest.

One of his men, watching our exchange, snickered. He gave him a single glance, and he immediately silenced himself. My stomach twisted. This man held power, the kind that left no room for disobedience.

"Be careful out here," he murmured, his voice dark and dangerous. "It's easy to get lost... or worse."

I couldn't tell if it was a threat or just a warning, but I nodded, keeping my eyes down as he turned to leave. Just as he walked away, I caught a glimpse of the Don watching from the distance, his jaw tight and gaze narrowed as he observed us.

"Angel." His voice boomed, startling me. I turned slowly, heart pounding as I faced him.

They both shared a look, locked in a silent exchange of authority, neither willing to look away first. After a moment, the other man climbed into a sleek black car, the engine roaring to life before he drove off. While his men followed in other cars.

"Don't keep me waiting," my boss murmured, his tone cold and laced with impatience. His voice carried enough weight to send a shiver through me. I walked toward him, painfully aware of how I'd embarrassed myself yesterday, fearing punishment might come now.

As I stopped before him, his gaze roamed over me, expression unreadable, and then he spoke, tone dripping with disdain. "Is flaunting yourself part of the job now?" he asked, his words cutting. "Or do you just enjoy being the center of attention?"

"I didn't mean to—" I stammered, cheeks flushing, but his sharp look silenced me.

"Save it," he snapped, his voice icy. "You're here to work, not to play. Or have you forgotten your place?"

It's not like I'm getting paid for shit, I said angrily.

He clenched his jaw, I almost regretted talking back.

"You could start getting paid by flaunting that ass of yours to every powerful man who'd pay," he said, voice laced with cold disdain. "Getting paid to be f**ked the way you deserve."

The words stung, hitting me harder than any physical blow. Anger boiled beneath my skin, a fierce need to wipe that smug look off his face. I balled my fists, jaw clenched, desperately fighting the urge to slap him. I wished I had the courage to strike him, to force a sliver of decency into his arrogant mind.

But I couldn't. All I could do was hold my ground, face burning with humiliation and fury. He watched me, a dark satisfaction in his eyes, as if he knew I wouldn't dare.

"You don't know anything about me," I managed, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside. "And I'm certainly not like the women you've been around. I'd rather eat shit than become a whore," I said, rolling my eyes at him.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, or I'll give you a better reason to do so," he replied, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

My heart raced, a mix of anger and something else I couldn't quite name. "You think you can intimidate me? You're insane."

"Yet your sister gets f**ked every day," he smirked, and my courage vanished in an instant. "Nora..." I whispered, my eyes wide with panic.

"And guess who would be joining her soon? You, kitten," he said with amusement. "You seem to forget I own you. Soon, you'll be getting f**ked by me. Let's see if that attitude of yours will still be intact."

The very idea made my body react against my will. My p**sy throbbed at the thought, and I clenched my legs together, desperately trying to suppress the unexpected response. He noticed, and a smug smirk spread across his face before he turned to leave me in a haze of embarrassment and confusion.