The Mafia's Long Lost Daughter

Chapter 8 - Mafia Job

Alice POV
It has been two long weeks that I have joined this Mafia. The Mafia is well known as "Mors Vivificantem" Mafia its in Latin. The meaning of the name is "Death Giver Mafia". It is a scary name but a ruthless Mafia needs an outstanding name to stop a threat.

In these whole two weeks, the only things I was allowed to do were eat and sleep. On one occasion I went shopping. Riccardo and the others have been looking for a suitable job for me in the Mafia because what is a skinny little girl like me going to do. So two weeks went by and I am still unemployed.

Right now, I'm sitting in my room and listening to music. Everything seems to be so boring. The four walls of my room have become boring and talking to the maids has become boring. Everyone has something to do. They have a purpose whereas I sadly don't.

Knock knock knock

Somebody knocked on my door causing me to jump up my bed.

"Come in," I say thinking it is a maid. Instead, the door opens and in walks Riccardo.

"We have found you a job in the Mafia," says Riccardo. Such an arrogant old man doesn't even know how to give a warm welcome.

I guess he is someone who is very straightforward "What's the job?" I ask out of curiosity.

"You'll be working as a maid at Mr. Russo's house. He is one of the ambassadors for the Mafia. He is of high rank and has two sons and a wife. One son is the same age or older than you. The other son is around the age of 3. Treat them, with respect, they have a higher status in the Mafia than I do"

"So do I have to move out or something?"

"Yes, by tomorrow you are expected to be working. All your belongings would be delivered at their home as for, you will be permanently staying there. This is the last time you'll ever be in a luxurious bedroom because from now on you'll get a bedroom in the servant's place of the house". The irony of him saying that hurt he doesn't know what life I had, with my fake father.

"Ok, I will pack everything", what else could I say life just hasn't been my way. Being a maid isn't that bad compared to being domestically abused.

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After saying goodbye to people I've known only for a short time, I went into a car that was driven for six hours. Those six hours the driver just kept on minding his own business. That meant I had no one to talk to but to listen to music.

Finally, after those excruciating 6 hours, we arrived at not a house but a mansion. That was even bigger than the mansion I was staying at before. The driver takes out my belongings and leaves.

A man, who I suppose is the butler comes towards me. He is wearing stereotypical butler clothes all themes black and white. He looked like a very old man with a very strict face.

He comes to me and says "You must be Alice. Come along pick your things and follow me."

I hurry up and pick my things even though they are really heavy and follow the butler.

"My name is Mr. Alfonsi. You must call me by that name. The master of this mansion calls me Capi. You should never call me that. Understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Alfonsi I understand."

Mr. Alfonsi and I stepped inside the house it was really grand for only four people, who live there. Anyways, Mr. Alfonsi showed me around the house. It had everything someone would want in their dream house. Only one defect about the mansion was that servants get really small rooms.

Mr. Alfonsi said tomorrow everyone was coming back home. So, all the maids need to be ready for tomorrow, with the pressure of tomorrow I fell asleep on my bed.