The Don's Maid

Chapter 3

Lyla's P.O.V

Two days have gone by and Carla has gotten back to me but I've not been able to leave. She keeps saying it isn't as easy as I think it is. I have been trapped in this hell of a house for two days, doing my to avoid Mr. Grumpy and his fiance, Giselle.

At least I was able to make friends who filled me in on the happenings of the Machiavelli estate. Giovanni Machiavelli is a twenty-eight year old Don with a stone cold heart after the death of his mother.

His apparent engagement to Giselle was just a business. From the way everyone talked about her, it was obvious no one liked her. I was a member of that list.

I lean my elbows against and concentrate on my orange peeling.

"Man, I'm starving," Jacob's voice fills the quiet kitchen. He walks in, a guy I was yet to meet following behind.

"You're back early," I comment as they both sit across me. "Yeah. The boss is pissed off so Elijah and I thought it was best to leave when he started shooting at everyone," he explains.

I suddenly find it hard to swallow my orange. "H-he was shooting at you?" I ask in surprise.

Jacob chuckles and nods his head. I wasn't sure if he was laughing because of my surprise or because someone shooting at him was amusing.

"That's the boss for you. Can we really blame him? We messed up," Elijah says to me.

You're messed up, I think to myself. My eyes move to the door as Maggie and Emma walk in with vases in their hands.

I wave at Emma and she smiles in return. "Lyla, have you taken care of your duties today?" Maggie asks. I freeze in my position.

"Oh my god," I say and hurriedly pack my utensils.

"Better hurry", Elijah says, taking my left over orange. That was the least of my problems though.

I run all the way up to his room. My shaky hands finally find the key and I open the room to total darkness.

I find the switch and when I put it on, I am surprised but glad to see the room already in order. I was about to leave when I noticed a picture by the bed. I hadn't seen it yesterday.

Curiosity gets the best of me and I walk further in the room to see who was in the picture.

The picture is of a woman with deep black hair like Giovanni's. Her arms are stretched out as the breeze pushes her hair and into her face. She has a huge smile in her lips that makes her beauty pop out.

A sound comes from the door and I realise someone was coming in. I attempt to put down picture but I may miss the nightstand and it falls to the ground. Oh sh*t.

A man walks in and looks at me with raised brows. He stops at the door and I notice someone behind him.

My heart almost tears out of my body when I realise it is Giovanni. "Togliti di mezzo," I hear him say and the man moved forward so Giovanni can come in. [Translation; Get out of my way].

I use my leg to hide the picture. I had never been so scared in my life. He walks into the room and he looks at me, a frown on his face.

His tailored suit was bloody and his knuckles we're bleeding from whatever he had been doing. "You again. What are you doing here?" he growls. He walks towards me and I force myself to run.

"M-maggie--- I mean Mrs. Magarita sent me up here to clean up your room," I tell him in a quiet voice.

"Well it's clean. Get out", he says under his breath but doesn't move from his spot. I try not to look at the picture I was currently hiding as I thought of a possible way to explain myself without him getting pissed.

"Didn't you hear me? I said get out," he says, his voice filled with anger.

"I heard you. It's just that I can't leave right next now, sir," I say, my voice filled with fear. He grins but there is no sense of humor behind it.

"Did here this b****, Diego?" he says looking over at his friend.

Diego looks at me and I can feel the warning look he is giving me. I was in so much trouble.

"You heard him. Leave," Diego says. I felt so stupid, so humiliated and so...... dead. My head tells me to take whatever comes my way. I close my eyes and prepare myself for whatever came my way.

Before I know it, Giovanni grabs my arm. I yelp in pain and step back. I notice how the room goes quiet and the only thing that ends the silence is the sound of shattered glass.

Both Giovanni and I widen our eyes. His grip gets tighter and he looks behind me. I try to make away but he doesn't let me.

His spicy cologne fills my nostrils and I know it would be the last thing I would smell.

"What have you done?" he asks, still looking at the picture in disbelief.

~ Giovanni's P.O.V ~

I stare at the best picture of my mother beneath the stupid maid's foot and uncontrollable anger floods my body.

I had just gotten it when I went to Italy. The house was cleaned up but I had been able to save this picture. Not w it was ruined.

I lose my cool and before I can stop myself, I hit her as hard as I can. She screams in pain and falls to the bed, her cheek cupped in her hand.

"Giovanni!" Diego yells and blocks me from the woman. "Calm down and think about what you're doing. Nana will be disappointed," he tells me and I calm down a little bit.

"Portala fuori di qui prima che le cicatrici sul viso," I say tightly. [Translation; Get her out of here before I scar her face with the glass]

My eyes go back to the picture and I know sending her away with a bruise on the cheek wasn't enough for me.

I look back to see Diego helping her up. "Wait. What's your name?" I ask her. Her hazel eyes meet mine, tears falling down her cheeks."

"Lyla," she says. "Take her to solitary", I tell Diego. He shakes his head at me in disapproval but says nothing. He had no choice but to do what I said.

When they leave, I sigh and look at the bed where the woman had fallen and I can think about is how messy she made my bed.

~ Lyla's P.O.V ~
"Where are you taking me?" I ask Diego who was pulling me along. We were no longer in the mansion and I still didn't know where he was taking.

My legs ached, I couldn't feel my face and now all of this. I guess my badluck had caught up with me this time.

We arrive to a spot filled out with metal box. He opened the door with bars and pushed me in. I run to the door and bang against it. "Let me out. Please," I continuously pleaded but he just walked away.

Tears began to fall and I slid to the dirty ground. I squealed when I notice a dead rat at the corner and the foul stench if urine caused me to hold my belly.

When I couldn't hold it anymore, I let out the contents of my belly from disgust. I held onto the wall for support and my eyes noticed a writing.

I began to cry once more when I read it out loud. "Welcome to your personal hell."

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There you have it guys. We have seen what a monster Giovanni can be. Poor Lyla, should have left the to when she could.
       Drop comments on your thoughts on Giovanni. The next chapter awaits your eyes.

P.S I am no where near being Italian so Google will be my guide. It won't be my fault if the words are in correct.
     -- Gigi