Trapped In The Mafia

if your a hoe and you know it raise your hand.

~3 weeks Later~

I've been with Luca for 3 weeks now. I'm more of a maid if anything else. I help him figure out who Mafia bosses are, and who the next in line is. I say we've become friends. I clean his house, wait no, MANSION, and i help him figure out who the Mafia leaders are. I mean, I get food, a house, and Netflix in return, so I'm good.

Today Luca has a meeting in his office, this is the first time everyone will see me, but I already know who everyone is.

Mr. Luca has whores over, sometimes, and my job is to get rid of the Maria's before his meetings. They begin to be rude and shit to me, so I'm always like 'kiss my ass maria'. Now I'm about to go around Mr. Luca's house singing, 'if your a whore and you know it, raise your hand. If your a whore and you know it, raise your hand. If your a whore and you know it, and you really wanna show it, if your a whore and you know it, raise your hand.' LIKE WHO'S WITH ME? No one?

I went to Mr. Luca's meeting room and started to set up with water and plastic cups, and some cookies, that i baked. I heard Mr. Luca's footsteps.

"Miss. Esposito, there is no need to do that." Luca said, SHIT he knew my last name, fuck.

"Sir, it's no problem. It's better for your boys, when you get sugar in your system whatever boring shit your talking about they will be awake." I smiled sweetly at him. He shook his head.

"Ah well, these meetings make everyone sleepy. I suggest you not stay for them." He smiled.

"But sir, don't you think my help would be good? I will get the Omeretá if needed. You already own me, as you say." I said as I put papers on the long table where every person was instructed to sit.

"I'll ask my men, but that will be necessary." He stated, I heard a bell at the door.

"Sir, please excuse me, as your maid, I am obligated to get that for you." I stated, and walked out. I honestly thought he had a glince of guilt in his eyes, BUT OH WELL.

I walked towards the door and opened it, first person I saw...of course Marco, and his blonde bimbo. It's always the blondes with Italians. I invited them in.

"Hello Mr. Marco, Mr. Luca is in the meeting room up the stairs, second door on your left." I gave my best smile, but the blondie fucking glared at me...oh she should know that tomorrow its going to be a new girl.

"Ah yes thank you, but who may you be?" He asked and kissed my hand. Ewwwwww i don't want his diseases. After this meeting I need to seriously wash my hands in bleach.

"I'm Aryella, but to you it's Miss. Esposito. Don't keep Mr. Luca waiting." Marco looked shook at my words, why all the boyos gotta be shook by my honesty? Marco walked upstairs, with the blondie still staring at me.

A few minutes later all the men were here, some with bimbos, some not. I stood in a corner of the meeting room, listening to what they were catching up about. They talked about family, their bimbos, and shit like that. I was antisocial and just watched and listened. I only speak when spoken too.

"Alright, now boys get the bimbos out. They can't hear this conversation." Luca stated, the men forced the women, or shall i say whores, out the room. While I stayed, the men looked at me.

"Didn't your madri ever teach you boys not to stare?" I asked, my accent thick. (Mother/s)

"Well yes, but with a bellissima Italian girl in the same room as us, it's hard not to." Mario said, he was smooth, very smooth. I rolled my eyes. (Beautiful)

"I'm not a piece of meat, not pay attention to the meeting, and stop staring at me, or avremo un problema." I said, through gritted teeth. (we will have a problem) the men started to pay attention, that's what I thought you nasty men.