The Don's Maid [18+]

25

Positivity Corner:

Life gives us shits and fucks with lemons. So fuck lemonade and drink Vodka.

~myself.

The next few days for me was utterly and completely heaven.

Me and Vincent went on and off like rabbits everytime. I couldn't wait till he got home and hurried himself all the way inside me and. And until it was morning before breakfast. Sometime he'd find time around the afternoon and come for a visit with candies to pamper me and all that, we'd have a much sweeter and needed time basking in the needy glow of sex, but I am sure it was just infatuation and after some more days it'll just fade away.

What actually faded away was my idea of going to find my Papa and my idea of having a life.

I was too busy living my fairytale with the Don.

However reality did come crushing back to me.

Currently sitting in the sun room, I sipped iced tea and read a book, mostly about the recognized mafia family all over the Italy.

I have no idea why people write this stuff and why the former Don's gave them the story of insides. They aren't supposed to be known by the people who aren't associated... it's a kind of way to break Omertá. The absolute code of silence followed by every mafia family all over the world.

I found the book in Vincent's office two days before when I had taken him lunch.

I asked if I can borrow it to read. He said I can keep it. It was never much of his interest. With a shrug I brought the book in the room and from the contents found "The De'Marco family" first.

The name of my papa was so prominent in the chapters that made me wonder more about him.

'Luciano De'Marco and Mariano DeAngelo were like two brothers', The book had said at one point. 'Their arrival in the United States though has been kept secret for certain vow of silence but their success hasn't. Easily the most feared and respected among the people of underworld the duo has been rulinging their own kingdom side by side with honesty and sincerity since the success of wine-oil trade in 1986 by Marco-Angelo traders.'

At the very end of the part said, 'Mariano De'Angelo never returned to the USA from his recreational visit to Italy, his homeland. Some said he might have been killed by the family's long term enemy Luca Giovanni but evidence lack where reports show that Luca Giovanni paralyzed after a gun war between The families.

The current location of the under-Don is currently unknown.'

All it did was make me more suspicious about why my father would be hiding.

It was clear from me finding the letters that he was of course in touch with papa but to the outside world he had just like that vanished.

That what had been bugging me since. I could barely keep myself sane when I was alone. The only voice in my head kept telling at me, to go find my Papa and unveil why inspire of knowing that he has a daughter, he never tried to communicate with me.

What could my mum and I possibly had done that inspire of loving my mother so much, like papa had said he left and never came back but made himself a mystery.

I closed the book and left in on the chair I was sitting on before going to the bedroom.
The thick brown cover of the book kept reminding me of all that my papa had created around himself and by second increased my want to everything.

I carried my tea cup cause I hadn't finished my drink yet and needed a shower walking downstairs lazily, I opened the door to the bedroom.

However, it was not what I imagined or rather expected to see. The Don, Vincent was naked.

His back was faced to me and he hovered over someone. I couldn't see her face but saw her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, grunting softly while she massaged his hair with her fingertips.

I couldn't move. I couldn't feel anything but used, taken for and...

Betrayed.

Vincent was inside her and moving at a slow steady pace, every thrust from him earned a moan from the girls mouth.

The tea cup from my hand dropped from shock and my now free hands clamped around my mouth barely muffling the sob that broke out from my mouth.

Vincent pulled away a d turned, a confused look crossing over his face...his expression tell me, that I should never have been here...

"Rosaline." His voice comes out more horrified then confused. "Baby...what?"

"What the..." The girl speaks from beneath him. "Vince..."

Now as Vincent moves and pulls up his slacks I can see Cara's flushed and sweaty face, her desperate action to cover herself with the blanket.

With my blanket.

"Baby girl..." Vincent stands Infront of me with expression to cup my cheeks.

I step back. My hands still clamped over my mouth trying to swallow my pain, agony and the burns on my stomach.

"Baby please..."

"Don't." Blinded by tears I march up the stairs to the guest room I occupied not too long ago. Locking the door from inside I plop face down on the bed and let my tears soak my soul and life.

I can't believe I loved him. I can't believe he would be so much... deceiving.

Why would he do such an immoral act. I gave him everything...and he just...

I hear him banging on the door, shouting for me to open the door, to come outside but the sound of my sobs overpower his voice.

'Don't you think...that it's time for us to live for ourselves?' My inner girl asks me sniffling, her eyes red with tears and cured up in a ball.

'Yes.' I agree as I wipe my eyes and blow my nose with the corner of the bedsheet.

It's now or never.

I get up and walk to my room, I dunno for how long, I've been there the night has already fallen.

Vincent is sitting on the edge of the bed but I ignore him going into the closest. Finding a bag, I put some clothes and a pair of spare shoes in it before heading for a shower.

After I am showered dressed, I walk back to the closet bringing the bag to the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Vincent asks.

"Italy." I look at him, my eyes dry and composed.

"Italy?" He snorts. "You're leaving for Italy for something as petty as that?" He asks.

"Petty as that?" I repeat. "It was anything but petty."

"I am leaving for Italy, Vincent wear er you like it or not. I'm leaving tomorrow morning." I say after a moment of silence.

"Okay." Was his reply.

[A|N]

I am so sad today and I wrote a sad chapter now I am a fucking mess

Question of the chapter:

Do you think Vincent is an asshole?

Yep. No explanation required.

-November