The Mafia's Deception

Chapter 4

Safiyah's Pov

It was drenching outside and i could see seeps of fog by the window. I took my hand drawing imaginative objects that comes to my mind. Sometimes life is not all about how you want to make yourself happy despite your situation. Life is making your blissfulness soaring sorrow. I took in deep breath and trying to reminiscence the kiss.

Why am I letting him use me.

He kissed me and I let him carried on. This was so so wrong. I need to keep my distance. But who am I kidding? I work for him now meaning i can't defy him I have no right over myself. But i won't let him think he could lure me anytime he wish. Just the way his lips sync with mine was...

No no no! Stop it Fiyah.

Closing my eyes...I'm trying to think of anything disgusting to keep off this raunchy thoughts.

Scrunching my nose as I blind thought of cereal in frying oil with milk. Ew.

I slowly opened my eyes and sighed.

Works all the time.

I could feel his eyes in my every move when I'm cleaning his room. And that just want to make me crumble in my own square hole.
Still weeks has gone by so fast and he still hasn't presented me to his court on what crime I committed.

I felt a little headache kicking in. Maybe its because I'm quiet exhausted. I was tired of drawing object with the fog, I wipe my hands and since I had nothing to do. I'll take a tour round the house.

Zainab left New york to attend her best friend's wedding, Delia. She was a mixed race and absolutely beautiful. And what made her stand out even more was she's a Linguist. Zainab would tell me stories on how they met to their little disagreements they've encountered. But nonetheless, they made it far enough and still riding than better.
Well I smiled because it took my thoughts to Lucy. She was the fierce of us all. She would lure me into things I never wanted to do. Like how she made me break the nose of a guy that kept asking me out without letting me breath. She managed to get into my head telling me I had to put a stop to it..and that is by damaging his entire face. But thanks to the little me inside myself, I only broke his nose. Which I still feel guilty about. The guy didn't show up to school for a week.

This house is more than a Manor. It has 7 kitchens, 10 living rooms but of different activities: one as the main parlor, the other looks more like a business kind of room. The third room is more like a cinema room.

Do mafia's watch movies? I chuckled lightly.

The remaining 7 living rooms I really don't know its use, with flight of stairs almost everywhere. My legs were beginning to ache but I still didn't give up. I walked to the hallway of rooms trying to see how big they were. The Master's room was situated on the east wing of this Mansion. But there's this eerie feelings building up in me telling my soul to go back downstairs, but curiosity got the best of me.
With faltering steps, I walked closer amd this reminds me of this movie 'Thirteen Ghost.'

Passing series of doors, I fumble with the hem of my maid attire. When I was sure on turning back to my heels I heard voices coming from one of the rooms. And I'm fighting the satanic feeling not to press my body against the door to make out what's being said inside. But the same old me, curiosity always won.

"You know that douchebag needs to be taken out." I heard one of them speak, his voice lacing hatred.

"But you know the Italians would come for you." The other replied.

"Well who gives a fu*k about Mr Ravellino?!" the first spoke but his voice going in a higher pitch.

"Who the heck is he?" I muttered quietly but continued listening.