Mr. Mafia

One

6:00 am.

Everyday i wake up at 6am to get ready and clean up the house. I'm tired. I work 24/7 and my pay is crap. I mean it's not but for a man who has so much money,, he could spare a couple extra dollars. I'm not a greedy person, i used to be but i;m not. I need as much money as i can to leave this house and go far far away and never look back. I looked at myself in the mirror. I look like crap. My eyes are puffy and dark from the nights i hardly sleep. I already woke up late and i didn't have time for any makeup. I don't have anytime for me at all. Not since i left.

I sighed and pulled my black wavy hair into a ponytail. Another miserable day. As i walked downstairs, i noticed there was plastic cups all over the floor. Wrappers from fast food places were as well on the floor. Pizza boxes were on shelves and beer cans were all over the place.

What a pig  I thought.

I would have to clean this whole thing up. All of it. I knew Mr. Ricci had friends over and there were gonna hang out and eat for a bit but this was just too much. The man can't clean for himself. Let alone wipe his own ass. I walked over to the storage closet and pulled out a trash bag and started to pick up this whole mess. As i picked up the pizza box , i realized there was still some pizza left.

What a waste of pizza.

I started to clean for a bit until Mr. Ricci came downstairs.

God help me.

"Mary!" Mr. Ricci yelled as he walked over to me.

"Yes sir." I said as i internally rolled my eyes.

"What's for breakfast?" He said.

"I don't know yet. I didn't have to make anything, since i had to clean up somebody's mess." i said.

Mr. Ricci clearly caught on that his mess clearly left me in a bad mood. "Forget about that Mary. why don't you go into the kitchen and make me something to eat, yes?" He asked. Not that i had much of a choice anyways. I nodded and dropped the garbage bag and went into the kitchen and i started to make breakfast.
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You would think because i'm a maid i would know how to cook, but the truth was that i didn't know anything. So i made Mr. Ricci some terrible cooked egg and i paired it up with toast and some coffee. That was one of the few things i knew what to cook. "Here." i said as i placed the plate on the table in front of Mr. Ricci.

"Oh come on Mary, don't be so mad at me. It was a little mess, dollface." Mr. Ricci said with his jersey Italian accent.

If by little he meant that the living room looked like a tornado crashed the house then yes, little. I rolled my eyes and ignored what he said. "Sir, for the thousand time, my name is Maria. Not Mary or Marie or dollface. It's maria." i said. As went back to the refrigerator to grab the ketchup.

"I know dollface but Mary just sounds better." Mr. Ricci said, "Anyways Mary, i'm sorry of the mess i created and i would love to help you clean it up."

I Know he was trying to be nice and so i decided i shouldn't be such a bitch to him. "It's okay Mr. Ricci. Go do whatever you do. I'll clean it up." i said and Mr. Ricci nodded and he ate his breakfast in silence as i cleaned the living room.

Mr. Ricci isn't a bad person, but he isn't a good one either. I've noticed when he had women oven and then they refused to sleep with him, he would get really uspet but other than that he is 30 year old trapped in a seven year old's body. He was good at heart. At least i told myself that.

By lunch time I had finished a couple of chores. I cleaned up the mess from the living room and washed the dishes and I was able to do one load of laundry while also having to clean the three bathrooms, Mr. Ricci has. By now Mr.Ricci would be coming down from his office and I knew he would expect something to eat.  I quickly went to the pantry and started to gather some things to eat.