Omicidio

Chapter 7

I walked down the long white staircase with Amber at my side. I was told that tonight there will be guests sleeping at the estate and hip hip hooray - guess who has to personally assist them and wait on them for their every want and need; Amber and I - who have grown quite close over the past few days.

Our maid outfits matched like uniforms, as did our hair and our makeup.

As we approached the doubles door to Vitaly's office I sighed heavily out of frustration.

I still can't believe i'm working for this shitfaced bastard.

"Let's get this over with." I said to Amber as she smoothed her apron and plumped her boobs. I rolled my eyes at her.

"What?" She queered a bit agitated.

"I just don't understand why you're actually trying to impress him." I scowled pushing the hair from the front of my head. I spoke low knowing that Vitalys ears are everywhere. She shoved my arm. "Oh come on. He's Vi-ta-ly!" I scoffed and vaguely knocked on the door with the back of my knuckle.

"And I really like him."

I looked at her like she had seven heads. "Who?!"

"Vitaly. I think he has a soft spot for me, too." She grinned a little as she looked ahead at the door ready for Vitalys presence to surround her. I shook my head.

"Are you insa-"

Before I could scold her like a knocked up sixteen year old daughters mother would and start my anti-vitaly rant the door swung open. Leo stood and ushered us in. I observed as Vitaly made no eye contact with me just as he did the last few days.

Man - he holds grudges like I hold a pole.

Amber and I stood in front of two men who looked to be father and son. The young man looked to be in his upper twenties. He wasn't half bad; blue eyes - curly jewish afro type hair - clean shave. He looked approachable.

As for his father, you could see the similarities. They had the same eyes yet his fathers were older - wrinkles resting faintly near the corners. His hair was like his sons except for a few grey strands and the style - much more straight and long - pulled into a short ponytail near the back of his neck.

I watched as he held his cigar and leaned back in his seat which I then realized was a black wheelchair.

I could only imagine how he became cripple working in a place like this.

"These will be your keepers; Amber and Noah." Vitaly stood and motioned towards us as he made his way around Amber and I. "Girls, this is Mr. Giovanni and his son Luigi."

Giovanni's stained teeth bit down slightly on the cigar as his eyes stalked our skin. My eyes were held to the older man's devilish grin.

The type of grin he held wasn't the type to draw you, it was the type to repulse you. It was the type of a grin a pimp gave his prostitute when she brought him money; and it gave me chills.

He snorted like a pig and pulled the cigar from his teeth, then said something in Italian obviously referring to us. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out a bit as he laughed obnoxiously, showing the gold teeth in his mouth.

He was more than unpleasant and I prayed to God I wouldn't have to wait on him. His nasty attitude will drive me insane and his comments and remarks with get my blood boiling. Hopefully Vitaly will be smart and keep me away from that man.

"Which one is mine?" The old Italian man growled.

Vitaly pressed his chest to us, letting each half of his wide torso caress both of our side by side shoulders.