Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 7

Grace

It has now been one week working as a maid in the Romano residence.

Let me give you a little recap on what's it's been like here.

I cook breakfast, lunch and dinner for everyone who happens to step foot into the place, including Mr. Romano.

Lucky me.

I never once get a thank you or even an acknowledgment that I exist.

Whenever I do get noticed it's because of my figure, and the fact that they act like they can toy with me like a puppet on a string.

I clean the whole place from top to bottom every single day. The only place I can't clean is Mr. Romano's office, his bedroom or the basement for whatever reason.

I must have pissed him off bad enough because now I am no longer allowed to move into the house. I have to still hail a cab and pay for it to take me here. If he wasn't my boss and leader of a mafia, I would have probably beaten his ass by now.

Fuck you, Mr. Romano.

Miss. Collins do this.

Miss, Collins do that

Bite me.

Now, the reason I don't quit is because it would make me look weak. I am not weak! I'm going to continue to bust my ass everyday until I prove to him, and all his little buddies, that I can hold my own.

If I ever learn to keep my mouth shut before I'm six feet under.

Not all the men are bad. Lorenzo is the only one who really talks to me when he can, but as soon and the boss comes in he goes back to being distant.

Men are men.

I'm currently underneath the stairs cleaning a small storage room. Now I know how Harry Potter felt in this room.

It's covered with more cobwebs than my old crone of a mother. Dust bunnies all piled up in every corner. Boxes covered with rat droppings and the smell of moth balls linger everywhere.

"It smells like someone died in here. Disgusting,"
No one is currently home and I've been cleaning since eight a.m. and it's now two p.m.

I move some boxes around and knock a glass jar off one causing it to shatter.

"Oh great," I lean down to clean it up and trip over and box that is front of me causing me to cut my hand on one of the pieces. I let out a scream of pain as the glass sticks in my palm and the cut oozes out a thin flow of red blood.

"Shit!"

I crawl out of the space and head into the kitchen to try and clean up the cut. Blood still oozes from the wound with the piece of glass still in my palm.

I'm opening every drawer and cabinet to hopefully find a first aid kit. I whimper in pain as I try to not move my hand.

"Where's the first aid kit, damn it?!"

I run into one of the bathrooms and start flinging open medicine cabinets until I find the kit under the sink.

I rip it open and find some tweezers. Shit, this is going to hurt. I hold my hand over the sink, grab a wash cloth to bite down on as I take the tweezers and grab the piece of glass....I pull.

It feels like putting your hand on a stove. That feeling of the heat as is moves through your whole hand. I finally get it out and drop it in the sink as the blood continues to flow.

I take some gauze and tape from the kit and wrap it around my wound. This is so going to need stitches.

I quickly wash the blood down the drain and put away the first aid. I don't even care if I get fired at this point I'm going to leave and go to a hospital.

I walk downstairs to grab my purse and head out the door.
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One hour later, a hospital visit and six stitches later, I'm in a cab headed back to the Hell house.

My phone rings to show an unknown caller. I decline it. It starts ringing again. Still, unknown caller. I let it ring. The caller calls the phone again. I groan and pick it up.

"Hello?!"

"Miss. Collins?"

I take the phone away from my ear. Did I just hear who I thought I did?

"Lorenzo...?"

"Oh thank God, it is your number."

"How did you even get this number?!"

"That's not important right now. What's important is where you are. Where the hell are you?!"

"I am on my way back to the house now; I had to go take care something personal. What are you calling me for? I know I didn't clean the whole house yet but I am almost back there."

"No, Miss. Collins that's not why I'm calling. I'm calling because if you're not here in less than ten minutes, Mr. Romano is going to be furious."

"What?! I thought he wasn't supposed to be back until late tonight." I check the time. "It's only 3:30."

"I don't question my boss. I just thought you might want to know."

"Yes, thank you. From now, Lorenzo...call me Grace." I hang up the phone and tell the cabby to step on it.
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I literally ran into the house just as soon as Mr. Romano's black Lamborghini pulled into the garage on the side of the house.

I quickly run back to the staircase and shove all the boxes back inside it and close it. I didn't even think about cleaning it up before I left for the hospital.

I retreat back into the kitchen where I grab a rag and start cleaning. As if it's like I never left. Hopefully he won't know that I've been gone.

Well, one thing might give it away....

The fucking bandage on my hand and the fact that I'm still a little numb.

I hear the door from the garage open.

Oh great, here comes Satan.

Three two one.

"Miss. Collins!"

There it is.

I walk out of the kitchen and into the hallway where the stairs are. Give me strength.

"Yes, sir," I say bitterly. I keep my hands behind my back.

"Miss. Collins," he says without looking up from some papers he is reading. "I am going to need you to stay here later tonight. I am hosting a dinner here and I need you to greet everyone who walks in, set all the tables and cook. Dinner shall be served at eight and should consists of three courses. There will be about thirty people arriving tonight. More help has been hired so you should be able to be on time. I do not tolerate tardiness, so if you should be late for any reason serving dinner, there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?" He says, finally looking up.

"Crystal, sir," I tell him.

"Good." He looks me up and down. "Clean yourself up now, you're filthy."

He walks right by me and heads upstairs to his office. The door shuts.

I check the time. It is now almost 4:30 and I should start cooking at five. Hopefully that extra help will get here soon. I have feeling it's going to be a long and interesting night.
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Hey, my loves. Next chapter is where things start to heat up. It should be out by today, hopefully. Thank you all who are giving this book a chance.

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