Mafia Love

Chapter 27

Grace

I sigh as I pull myself out of the tub letting the water drain. I grab the towel hanging on the rack and proceed to dry my hair squeezing out the water. When I pull the towel away, I notice some dark, brown substance gathered on the towel.

My eyes go wide as I look in the mirror seeing my dark, brown hair start fading back into its natural charcoal, black color.

My hair dye had worn off.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I curse at myself while rummaging through the drawers finally finding a hair tie. Hopefully putting it up in a bun will hide it just until I can go get some more hair dye. It's been almost a month since I last dyed it and a month since I was hired by Alessio. If that's what you would call it.

How in the world am I going to figure this out?

I leave the bathroom to find the room empty, the sheets already taken off with new ones put on, and an outfit already laid out for me. Exactly how long was I in the bathroom?!

I look at the clothes laid out for me. Some underwear, I wonder who picked those out, a sports bra, a simple pair of jeans and an over sized black hoody that smelled like expensive cologne and aftershave. I have to admit it smells nice and feels so warm wrapped around my body. Kind of like Alessio.

I shiver. Okay, now I'm just being creepy. We just slept together which was probably just another one night stand for him anyway.

I sigh and look to my right finding a note on the nightstand.

Go downstairs, take two lefts, and that will lead you to the kitchen.

I leave the note and follow the instructions which lead me right to the kitchen. I notice that's it's now light outside and the microwave clock read 7:45 a.m.

"I basically slept the whole day yesterday!" I tell myself. I can't believe I was actually that tired. Well I was almost killed by Mr. Giant and lost some blood.

I look around and decide to sit and wait for Alessio, I guess. I'm tapping on the table when a small lady walks into the kitchen.

"Hello, señorita," she greets me with her Spanish accent. She had beautiful silver hair, small wrinkles under her eyes and around her face, and was wearing a white apron around her waist. She couldn't have been taller than 5'4.

"Hola." I greet back. "I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"Forgive me, where are my manners? My name is Maria. I'm the maid for this establishment. Mr. Romano asked me to fix breakfast and to inform you to wait here while he takes of something in his study."

I smile and nod at Maria as she begins to prepare breakfast. What could be so important that I have to stay here and wait for Alessio? I am still his assistant after all. Even if he is withholding my pay from me because of my previous acts.

I stand up from my seat and walk over to Maria. "Por favor, señora, permítame ayudarlo." I tell her. She looks shocked that I can speak Spanish and just shakes her head.

"No es necesario, cariño. Lo puedo manejar. Mr. Romano would be furious if I let guests help."

"Then allow me to take the blame." I tell her. She was so sweet and it's been a long time since I had someone to cook with. "I have plenty of experience cooking, and it looks like you're cooking for quite an amount of people. Please, I insist. It will give me something to do while I wait."

She simply smiles and nods her head. I begin to help her cook breakfast. Sometimes I still wish my mother had the time to do this with me when I was younger.