The Italian Mafia

Chapter 3

Lunch was just over and I was taking a nap in my room. I was half asleep when I heard a knock on the door. I sat up still groggy from sleep.

I walked to my door and saw a man in a suit, of course. His face showed no emotions.

"Uhm hello," I said and tried to get control of my crazy hair.

"The boss send me, he said you weren't informed of the things going on here," he said and greeted for me to follow him. I did and closed the door after me. He led me to a door and locked us both in. The room was similar to the room I was first questioned in. This one had two chairs and a table though.

"Please sit, Emma," shocked by him knowing me name I sat down. A chill went down my back. He seemed cruel.

"You must be Giovanni?" I asked trying to lighten the mood. He simply gave one nod and looked at some papers he had drawn from his pocket. He fixed his tie and cleared his throat.

"When Nico found you the other night he brought you here. He did that so I didn't have to kill you. You see, we normally don't kill women if we can prevent it-" a chill went down my back at the thought of him killing me. "When Nico brought you here, he was offering you a job, a job as our maid or something comparable," he said and leaned back a little. He motioned for me to ask questions.

"You say our maid. Who are you?" his lips travelled up to a smirk.

"Why the Italian mafia of course," my jaw fell to the table. I couldn't believe the words I was hearing. Mafia. It couldn't be. It really exists? I thought it was dead and gone. I thought it was old school.

"Mafia?" was the only thing I could force out. He nodded and looked at his watch.

"We are the Italian mafia. That means we have a lot of enemies, if we discover that you have any interaction with these enemies, you will be executed," my eyes went wide. Executed.

"W...what?" I stuttered. He chuckled.

"Emma, we have to be careful. Now, for the rules, you do as you're told. You will work hard, and do your duties. You will not get paid, but since you aren't leaving anytime soon, we don't see that as a problem. If you work hard, you will be rewarded in the end."

"In the end?"

"When you will retire. Though, not many get to that point. You will be let go when you reach the age of 60, with all of your years of salary in your hands," he spoke like they were so gracious. The will be stealing my life. Right out of my hands.

"Is there a way I can go home before I turn 60?" I nodded and lid a spark of hope inside of me.

"Yes, through a coffin," he said and looked at his watch. I couldn't believe my ears; they intended to hold me here forever. Or at least until they kill me.

"We have more rules. You will not speak if you're not spoken too. We do not admire sarcasm or jokes. We will not allow you to walk around at night. You are only allowed upstairs during cleaning or another thing associated with us. You will not wander up there unsupervised," he said and fumbled with his ring. Was he married? Who could love anyone in this house?

"Now, a warning. Do not think you can outsmart us or escape. No such thing is possible and you will be paying with your life, is everything clear?" I nodded; I was too astounded to speak. This was too much. I wanted to go home to my simple life.

Giovanni stood up and greeted for me to do the same. He walked me out of the room and closed the door behind me.

"I was informed that you would too be working as a dealer?" I nodded.