The Don's Maid

Chapter 2

✵ℒ𝓎𝓁𝒶'𝓈 𝒫.𝒪.𝒱✵

"How old are you?" the blonde woman across me asked. "Twenty three", I answered. "Have you ever done this before?" she asked and I shook my head in response.

I looked beneath the desk to see my leg moving nervously. I was not comfortable and all I could think of was failing this interview. I wanted nothing to do with this predicament.

After my little fight with Emma, Margarita, the head of the staff-- whatever she is-- directed me to this office.

A woman with short blonde and blue eyes had been waiting for me. She said her name was Carla Peterson but all I wanted was to was leave.

I watched as she scribbled down everything I said. When I was done. She looked down at the paper for a while before looking back at me.

"Look Lyla, today has been a strenous one so I'll just give you the job. You'll be Giovanni's personal maid--"

"What do you mean I have the job? Personal maid?!!" I exclaimed in fear and shock. She stared at me wide-eyed.

"Not the reaction I expected but that can be discussed later. Giovanni is returning today with his fiance and his parents. Things need to be perfect"

"I don't understand. Emma said I wouldn't have to be around the man", I thought out loud.

I am rewarded with a deep glare. "I advice you call his name with respect", she snapped and I pursed my lips.

Just great. Absolutely great, I thought to myself. How in the hell was I going to get out of this mess Emma threw me into. I couldn't even try to escape.

Carla sighed tiredly. "I advice you get to work because we only have three more hours", she said and I did nothing but nod.

I walked out of the office to see Magarita waiting for me. She read my face and smiled at me with motherly affection. "Don't take it personal", she says.

We started down the red carpet stairs.
"Gio isn't that bad when you get to know him. He's a nice little boy," she said, her accent thick.

God knows I wanted to believe her but mafia and don didn't match up to nice. Besides she sounded like they were close. I was just a stranger.

We entered what I assumed was the kitchen. There is a huge marbled counter top in the middle and twenty chairs surrounded it.

"This is where we eat and prepare dinners. Your room is with the other girls. You'll meet them later. For now, go change and do your job" she said.

She gave me a uniform and a dusting brush. "Ma'am can I ask you a question?" I asked quietly as she directed me to Giovanni's room.

"Of course darling", she says and I can't help but smile.

"Who are you to Mr. Giovanni?" I asked and her face lost its smile. "His nana. I take care of him since he was child. His mother died and now he cold", she said.

When we get to the door, she hands me a gold key. An actual gold key.
"This door should only be opened if you are cleaning or if Gio's around." she said.

"I should leave you to your job", she said before walking away.

The room is heavily lighted and the my sight is blinded by the amount of expensive things that filled the room.

It was decorated with white and black furniture and the king size bed looked comfortable. I walked to the bed and placed my hands in the black sheets.

The room smelt of wealth and money. Wealth from drugs and blood, my subconscious reminded me.

"Get your head together, Ly", I whispered to myself. I'd do everything I was told but just for today. Tomorrow I would quit and leave this experience behind.
 
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It was seven thirty and the whole house was alive. Workers I was yet to know moved around the mansion putting things in order while I stood in the kitchen and just observed.

My eyes meet with Emma's as I look outside to see her setting down plates. I leave the kitchen and join her. I assist her and we carry out the task.

The silent mutters stop when a bubbly red haired runs into the room. "Oh my god, he's here", she squealed. Almost immediately, everyone disappeared but I stayed stuck to the ground.

The doors opened and a man walked in holding the door for Giovanni I supposed.

I only catch a glimpse of Italian shoes before I'm pulled into the kitchen by Emma. Everywhere was quiet except for the movement going on outside.

I am not sure how it happened but when I looked down at my hands, I was holding a bowl of chili. I look up to see Magarita.

"No mistakes, he brought with Giselle with him", she said, opening the serving pots held by the other three maids, Emma included.

I took a peep outside and if I wasn't scared I'd say Giovanni was hot. He's at the head of the table. I take in his features and I find myself attracted to him.

He has black hair but I can't make out the color of his eyes. He isn't saying anything but he looks so stiff and rigid.

"Lyla! What are you doing here? Go, go, go", Magarita exclaims and gently pushes me outside. My hands are shaking and I can't seem to control it.

I try to calm myself down but the events of today come flooding in and I realise I'm serving food to a murderer.

Before it happens, I know I'm going to do something stupid. My intuition is proven right when our eyes meet.

I let out a silent gasp and the bowl in my hands falls on the ground. The silent dining room is filled with the echoing sound of breaking ceramic.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry", I say and kneel down to clean my mess. My cheeks are flushed red.

I can feel Giovanni's eyes on me and I just want to die. "You're such a clutz. What's so difficult in serving
a dish", a woman I assume is Giselle yelled dramatically.

Magarita is already standing behind me as Emma helped me clean up. "Calm down, Giselle", the older man on the table says.

Giselle squeezed her face in disgust and her eyes met mine.
"If I don't talk to this idiot, who will. She is--",

"Enough!" Giovanni says, his heavy accented voice demanding respect.
I look down at the ground but I know he is still looking at me.

"Get her out of my sight, Magarita. And if this repeats itself, trust you won't have a tongue to apologise. Do you understand?" he bellowed at me.

"Yes sir", I whimpered.

"Look at me when I speak to you, idiota!" he growled and I did as he said.

He asked his question again. "Yes sir", I said, tears threatening to fall. I quickly walked away, Magarita behind me. She touched my shoulder in comfort but it didn't help ease the pain of embarrassment.

I have never been so humiliated in my life before. I needed to leave this house as soon as possible. Before my tongue got cut off for a little mistake.

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y fingers hurt from typing so much but it was worth it. So there you have it. Chapter 2 is complete and now you have a sneak peek of Giovanni.
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