Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 39

5 Days before the accident....

Grace

The time read eight o'clock in the morning. Alessio, his men, and I were sitting in the common room looking for any answers that might help us with the war against the Cartel.

Frustrated and tired because they had no answers, Alessio was starting to get impatient with his men and with a certain someone. If you couldn't guess, it was me.

I think he was angry with me before we even started the meeting because of what I was wearing, doing, and saying. Like I said before, I can be a bitch when someone pisses me off.

Let's rewind a bit.

Earlier this morning, at fucking seven a.m, I was woken up by a loud knock at my door. It was the Britt, Jonas I believe was his name, telling me that I needed to hurry up and get dressed and make everyone breakfast. Right, I was still the maid/assistant/late night sex call. Well, maybe not that last one anymore.

If Alessio wanted to play dirty, believe me he doesn't know what he's up against. So, I did manage to get out of bed and go downstairs to make breakfast. However, I didn't change my clothes but instead just threw on a robe. What they didn't know was what was underneath that robe.

When I made it downstairs, I did indeed cook them breakfast out of the "kindness" of my heart because I had other ideas up my sleeve. Alessio and his men came downstairs all dressed in suits looking very dapper....ugh. I couldn't care less about what they were wearing because they would definitely care about what I was wearing.

As I placed the food down on the table in the dinning area, I made eye contact with a certain Italian asshole. He was looking at me with pure hatred.

"Don't worry," I tell him, "it's not poisoned." I gave him a shitty grin.

In the corner of my eye I see Lorenzo poke at his eggs, and he eyes me suspiciously. I guess I scared him a bit. I notice the other men trying not pay any attention to the volcano that's about to erupt in the middle of this breakfast. I smirk before turning back to Alessio.

"Is something wrong, sir?" I say, innocently.

"What are you wearing?" He grits through his teeth.

I look down at my robe. "Oh, you see, I didn't get up in time for me to change into something to your liking, sir." I glare at him. "So, being the smart maid I am, I decided it would be better to hurry and go downstairs to cook for my boss rather than be late because I couldn't pick out an outfit."

He picks up his silverware then looks back at me. "Well, you've done your assignment for now. You may go upstairs and change into something more presentable. Then, you may come back down and take notes for the meeting about to happen." He begins eating, and as he is drinking his coffee I speak up.

"No."

A series of coughs come from the table as Alessio looks at me. It becomes deadly silent for about 30 seconds until Lorenzo clears his throat.

He coughs into his fist then says, "Well, I'm stuffed." He stands up, as do the others. "Thanks for breakfast, Grace. It was amazing." He then turns to Alessio and mutters something along the lines of 'good luck, boss'.

"Pussies," Alessio replies to his men as they all leave the dinning area. "All of you."

They all mutter things like 'sure, boss', 'whatever you say' , 'she's your lady', and my favorite was 'she's scary'.

After they all left, Alessio stands up out of his seat and approaches me. He grabs me by my wrists and pulls me close to him so that I'm looking directly into his furious eyes.