Love For The Mafia Boss

Chapter Three

- Arabella's P.O.V. -

I don't notice him at first but as soon as I feel his gaze burning into me, I look up. I'm breathless because of the man in front of me. He's true beauty's description. Perfectly sculpted jaw line, piercing eyes, luscious lips.. Oh hot damn I need a cold shower.

We lock eyes and immediately he turns to the head of security, "Hey, where's the new maid?"

His voice, holy cow. I awkwardly cough and say, "I'm right here." He looks me up and down, connects our eyes, and smirks. "What a pleasant surprise Miss..?" He says, asking my name.

"Jennings. Arabella Jennings. And you are?" I ask him in return.

He chuckles darkly at my question, "I'm guessing you haven't filled her in yet?" He asks Mr. B.

"No sir, I figured you'd be the one to do that but I'd be happ--." He's cut off by Hottie McNaughty. 

"No, I'll do it." He turns back to me, "Come darling, we have some matters to discuss."

He leads me to a large sitting area and plops himself into a comfortable recliner. I sit opposite him, on a nice leather couch.

"Now bella, before you except this job you should know some things." He looks me in the eyes and says, "We are a family who is part of the Italian Mafia, have been for decades. You won't be required to participate in anything Mafia related if you choose to accept the job offer. Don't be alarmed, we will do everything in our power to make sure you are safe. Still want the job?"

Oh gosh,  I have to think about this. I just ran away from my gang leader of a father. Am I really ready to get tangled up in more shit like that? Though he did promise me my safety.. Plus he's a total hunk. How could I possibly say no? I decide to answer with a question of my own, "What role do you play in this Italian Mafia family?"

He chuckles and says, "Tesoro, I am the Mafia Boss here. Salvatore." He smirks, damn that sexy ass smirk..

I muster up some courage and put on a smirk of my own, "I'll take the job." I know I should've been surprised to learn he was part of the mafia but these days, I find it hard to be surprised by anything.

"Great you'll start tomorrow, I'll have one of the girls show you to your room." He smiles almost creepily, "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into."

I feel like I wasn't suppose to hear that last part.

I have a feeling this is going to be a long ass night. 

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My rooms is huge, no exaggeration, bigger than any room I've ever had. The bed is draped in big plush, white and red comforters and duvets. There's an en suite bathroom with a huge jacuzzi and a stand up shower. "Well doll, this is your room. Your closet has plenty of maid uniforms in it, seeing as you only have one bag, after you get your first paycheck you might want to do something about that." I look at her with a puzzled expression on my face.

"Paycheck? I thought this-" I gesture around the room, "Was my paycheck."

She chuckles at my confusion, "Well, this is part of it. But it's definitely not all of it." She informs me.

"Oh." Is all I say. I am so lucky to have gotten this job. This room, free food, and a paycheck.

Holy shit.

"Alright doll, if you need anything ask for Layla." She starts walking out.

"Uh, thanks, but um.." I hesitate.

"What is it?" She asks curiously.

I look her up and down, taking in her attire. She barely covers herself in a tight black mini skirt and a shimmery bralette. I can't help but wonder.. "What exactly do you here, work wise? Are you a maid as well?" She doesn't look like a maid, but you never know.

She giggles and smirks at me, "Honey, you are the only maid. So that would be a no. I guess you could call me like, a worker? I don't know what the 'technical' term is. I basically have sex with all the guys here, and I get payed." My jaw drops, what the hell kind of job was that? Prostitution.

"Oh, thats.." I struggle to find the appropriate words, "great."

She chuckles again and then leaves. Well, that was embarrassing. 

A prostitute, how could someone willing sell there body like that? I don't like to judge, but isn't being a prostitute completely degrading? Isn't she just throwing away all her dignity, for what? Money? I personally don't believe it's worth it.

Sighing to myself, I start to unpack my one duffel bag. I really need to buy more clothes.

Then suddenly, it happens. I can't pretend anymore, I crumple to the floor and start bawling. Realization clicks in that I left. I actually fucking did it. I feel almost.. Bad? I'm so confused, I don't want to think about this. I drag my body over to the bed and jump in it.

I can feel bad later, I'm done thinking for now. This day has been exhausting, I'm done.

Closing my eyes, I let myself fall into oblivion