The Don's Maid

Chapter 8

~ Lyla's P.O.V ~
"So how did it go?" Emma whispers to me as we set the chopped meat for dinner aside. In the kitchen, everyone settled around chatting happily.

I sigh. "She says I have to ask Giovanni before I can be allowed to quit," I say. Her brows furrow.

"Giovanni? When did you become so friendly with the boss?" she asks in curiosity. I scoff. We were nowhere being friendly with each other. In fact I hated him.

My hate for him allowed me perform well in my job. I didn't shake and shrink when he watched me because I could care less.

"Don't act so surprised. You know why I can't call him Mr." I tell her.

"I assume you won't be leaving anytime soon then," she says and I nod in response. I had told Emma everything that had transpired between Giovanni and I after she heard me having a fit.

I was going to tell her eitherway.
Things had been going normal and I'd stayed away from Giovanni.

"I know something that could cheer you up," she says, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And what is that?" I ask doing my best to sound interested.

She moved closer to whisper. "This is a secret between the workers so no one else must find out," she says and I roll my eyes.

"Who would I tell?" I ask her. She considers it. "You have a point. Three days from now, we are sneaking out to a lake around the estate. You're invited," she says and I stare at her wide-eyed.

"Are you crazy? What will happen if you ever caught?" I whisper harshly.

"Calm down. That's the whole point of it being a secret," she says.

"So what do you guys do there?" I ask. She starts to serve the workers. "Fun stuff. Drinking, dancing," she says.

"So will you come?" she asks.

"I'm not sure but I'll think about it," I promise her.

🔸Three days later🔸
Saturday was finally here and it was time for the secret party. Unfortunately I was too fagged out to join them.

Earlier today, Giselle had come over to see Giovanni who wasn't around. She had bossed me around, threatening to report me to Giovanni if I didn't do as she said.

Another confrontation was the last thing I needed right now so I had no choice. Thankfully, she left and didn't spend the night.

I let my hair out of it bound and fall on my bed next to Emma's. She was looking into a tiny mirror. "Aren't you getting dressed?" she asked.

I yawn, my eyes feeling heavy. "You guys should go without me," I say and close my eyes.

"But you promised to come," she says, disappointment in her voice. "I know but I'll just ruin the mood. Maybe another time," I say.

"It's okay. Get some rest girl," Lizzie says.

"Thank you," I say and move further into the bed not bothering to change my uniform. It isn't long before I fall asleep

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~ Giovanni's P.O.V ~
"Cazzo," I cuss out as Lucho tries to get the bullet out of my shoulder. "F***king get it out?!!" I yell at him getting tired of his fruitless attempts. [Translation; F**k]

He shakes his head and drops the tweezers next to me. "My fingers are to big, sir," he says showing me his bloody fingers.

I look at him, asking myself why I shouldn't kill him right now. I use my good hand to push him away. I sit up on the make shift bed that was stained.

"Go get Jacob. That's the only thing you're useful for," I yell at him. When he goes, my eyes go to the woman responsible for my pain.

Her hands were chained to the ceiling making her legs brush the ground. She was unconscious but when she woke up she was going to pay.

I didn't need a sign to tell me it was Nikolai who sent her to kill me. Fortunately, she missed my heart but was able to get me right in the bone.

Now I felt like my hand would fall off any minute.

I gulp down the last of drop of whiskey and throw the bottle to the ground. Lucho walks in with Jacob behind him.

He hands me his hand to help me stand up straight but I push it away. "I was shot in the hand not my legs. I can walk," I tell him.

Both men followed behind me. "What should we do to the woman when she wakes up?" Lucho asks me as I get in the car.

"Don't kill her until I say so and I want her awake by tomorrow,"I tell him before leaning back in the chair.

Jacob closes the door and starts the car. "Should I take you to the hospital?" he asks me and I shake my head.

"Take me home. Marc won't be there. Is Magarita back?" I ask, closing my eyes to ease the pain.

"No sir," he tells me and I groan.

"Do you know someone who can take this s**t out?" I ask impatiently. I liked my body with two hands. If I didn't get the bullet out soon, I'd lose my hand.

He shakes his head.

"Fine. Just take me home", I tell him.

Twenty minutes later and we arrive. This time, I let him take me to my room. "I'll go get help," he says.

I say nothing and watch him leave the room. That b***h was going to pay dearly if my condition got worse.
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