The Don's Maid

Chapter 9

Above is Roberto Machiavelli ☺️
~ Lyla's P.O.V ~
I groan in annoyance as I desperately try my best to pull down the short white nightie that Emma had left me with.

I had woken up from my slumber to see my luggage had disappeared and the only thing in place of it was a white nightie.

I know why she'd left it. She wanted me to come to the party and had switched my comfy singlets and shorts for.... these baby clothes.

Unfortunately for her, I had no intention of going to party seeing she was also smart enough to lock my clothes. Instead I put it on with matching lace panties.

I am ready to climb into the bed when I get hear a voice from the kitchen.

I stop my movements to hear better and I make out the voice. Jacob. Wasn't he supposed to be at the party?

I walk out to see him on the phone and from the conversation he was having, I knew he was talking to Emma.

I open the door more and it creeks, breaking the silence. His head snaps to me and he cuts the call.

"Lyla," he says my name in relief as he comes to me. He pulls me into a hug. "I need your help," he says and my confusion only increases.

"The boss needs your help. He was shot and he can't get the bullet out," he says and I stiffen. No way was I going to fall interested this trap.

I could feel a huge sense of deja Vu flying over my head. The last time I'd helped Giovanni, I had ended up with emotions I couldn't define and humiliation.

Besides, he deserved what came to him for being an unbearable a**. I laugh with no sense of humor. "Never again will I help that man.  I'm sorry but no," I tell him.

His brown eyes filled with dread and he looks back at the door leading to the kitchen.

He looked back at me. "You don't get it, Lyla. Mr. Giovanni thinks his workers are in their rooms. He'll kill us all if he finds out what we've doing," he said.

"I'm sorry Jacob but no can't do. That man always looks for a way to reduce me to nothing. I definitely won't clean his bullet wound just to be insulted," I protest.

I knew I was being selfish but it was high time I thought about myself.

"What about Emma? What do you think he'll do when he finds out you're related. I know he doesn't like you, Lyla," he tells me.

I bite my lip in anger. He was right. My mind fought with me, begging me to make the right decision. Emma's life or my pride.

Emma was my only family that I knew of and I'd literally kill myself if anything happened to her.

"I'll do it for Emma and nothing else," I agree. A flashback of the night Diego had begged me to watch Giovanni reminded me of the big trap I could be walking into.

He hugs me tightly and pulls away.

He starts to leave and I hold him back. "Where do you think you're going?" I ask in fear of being left alone with that monster.

"I need to pick the guys up. Don't worry, he's been drinking a lot so he can't do anything," he says. Except make a move on me, I thought to myself.

I say nothing and watch him leave. I groaned in frustration. I think I needed to stop waking up in the middle of the night.

It would stop me from being pulled into these situations.

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When I turn the door knob, I hear him yell Jacob's name.

For Emma, I remind myself.