The Don's Maid [18+]

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Positivity Corner:

Medusa was raped by Poseidon. Persephone was kidnapped by Hades. Don't trust everybody who says 'I love you'

"You're hitting like a little girl, sissy-bun." Rico laughed as I punched the punching bag that he was holding by the sides. "Harder."

Breathing heavily I punched the bag harder, alternating between both my hands.

Sweat dripped down from my head to my shoulder and neck, as I gave every single punch the best I had.

"Harder, Rosa." Rico ordered. "I barely feel any force."

I huffed as the shortage of air in my lungs were evident and put more force in the punches, all most feeling the muscles around my shoulder and biceps go rigid and relax with each one.

"That's good." Rico encouraged. "Keep it going like that, we'll do fifteen more."

Breathing deeply I nodded without stopping my punches that was making the bag shift making weird sound around the hinges it was hanged on from the ceiling of our basement gym.

After the 'punching session' as Rico called it we took a three minute break to drink water and flex our bicep and shoulder muscle so they won't be rigid.

"Do you want to go at yesterday's speed or do you want an increase?" Rico asks as I step on to the treadmill. He was adjusting the speed and time and stuff.

"Yesterday's." I say. "I feel like I am going break." I whine.

"Whatever." Rico rolls his eyes. "At least you won't be as fat anymore."

"Whatever."

After Rico adjusts his dials on the treadmill we both hop on ours as the walking starts on a slow pace slowly gaining speed. I was going pretty fast if you ask me. But Rico was going faster and he wasn't having short breaths at all.

But I think I am doing pretty well for a fifteen day trainee. I don't have major want to be you know, like a body-builder or anything, I just want to get to shape where I know my strengths. I just want to able to stand up for myself when I am in danger, mentally and physically.

To be honest, I am just tired and done with everybody pitying me and thinking me as poor girl with no brains and no thought of the future. Almost clueless about the tragedies and dangers of real life.

And I now want to be the girl that can at least stand up for herself and her family.

I huff due to short breaths but keep running nevertheless.

I got to do this. I have to be strong.

"You going to the hospital today?" Rico asks.

I huff. "I don't know."

"You know doctors say there is fat chance of coming back from coma when the patient has the person closest to him or her accompany them? You know talking and reading them stuff." He ends the statistics with a mocking tone.

"Wel...the patient has his girlfriend nagging over his condition every now and then. I think he's gonna be pretty fine." I snort.

"Oh yeah?" Rico laughs. "You don't want to be close to Vince? Just a little bit?"

I roll my eyes.

"Aw, come on, you want to be." He says.

"No, I don't." I say.

"You know what?" Rico says turning off the dial of his treadmill and coming to a halt, "I think if you're trying to be a girl that takes zero shit from everyone, I think you should start by telling Vince's girlfriend to fuck off from what belongs to you."

I huff, my breaths coming out as small pumps of air as I too turn off the dial of the machine slowly coming to a halt. "Rico, you got to understand, that man, he cheated on me, almost choked me to death once and still has that house slut groping him whenever he like." I say clearly. "I don't think I want to take him back so easily."

"But you'd rather take a bullet for him, sí?" Rico chuckles.

"I'd do that for the sake of humanity."

"But Vince would do that for the sake of his love for you."

"You've become a preacher on love." I narrow my eyes at him. "What has gotten into you?"

He shrugs. "Just want you to know. That it's okay to give a chance to the guy who took a bullet for you."

"Yeah?" I ask. "And what about him being a cheater?"

"Well...he's not slept with anybody since he got to Italy, has he?" Rico asks.

"You know very much." I roll my eyes. "Besides weren't you the one telling me to stay away from the psychopath?"

"I did." He nods. "That was because I knew the Vincent before you not the Vincent after you. He's changed, Rosa."

"How much do you know?" I cross my sweaty arms over Hy chest.

"A little bit more then you, actually." He chuckles pouring water on his head from a bottle.

I crinkle my nose. That's so gross.

"But you'll think about it don't you?" He asks.

"About what?"

"The fact that while you're scared of getting hurt, you can never be fully strong." He says with a wide tone.

But I am sure he stole that line from somewhere. Cause Rico might be ever genius but he ain't smart to put together a sentence as that.

"Yeah." I agree. "I will."

"Okay." He grins. "God, I feel like such a saint."

"Whatever." I rolly eyes. "Are we doing the shooting today or are you gonna bitch out cause you have a house slut to grope?"

"I think I'm gonna bitch out." He says. "But not because I have a house slut to grope but a meeting. A really important meeting."

"Okay." I say wiping my face with a towel. "Are you gonna come by the dinner for lunch?"

"Yeah."

After the training stuff I walked op to my room took a nice warm shower and got dressed in a printed strappy off-shoulder sleeved dress and shimmied my foot into my favourite black ballet flats before grabbing my purse and walking downstairs.

It was already eight-thirtu and today some maids were preparing breakfast. "Morning papa." I kissed papa's cheek and sat down as he wished me a good morning too.

"Where's Rico?" I asked as plate of toast was placed in front of me with jam and apple juice.

"He left a minute ago, talked about a meeting." Papa says.

I nod in acknowledgement. "Are you going to be home for dinner?" I asked. "Should I cook?"

"That be lovely." Papa smiled.

"And papa..." I bite my lip. But then again, it's just not for me, it's behalf of the family. I just don't want anyone to feel that we're ungrateful.

"I was wondering if I should visit, Vincent, this afternoon." I said.

"Oh?" Papa frowns. "For a good thought?"

"Yeah." I shrug.

"Go on." He says. "Take some flowers."

I nod.

[A|N]

Kidnapped for a day OR fucked by a sexy stranger for half a day?

-November.