(Anastasia's Point Of View)
Rule number 4, Always attend to the bosses with no questions asked. Rule Number 5, Staff eats breakfast after the bosses. Rule Number 6, no staff is allowed out of the mansion, and lastly, rule Number 7, the top floor is off limits, especially room number 5. And each rule had its own punishment when broken.
There were a lot of rules in just a house but then I realized, this wasn't just a mansion, there were a lot of activities going on that I didn't know about.
Like the guards, Khione called them soldiers, apart from the fact they were scary with their tattoos, they were bulky and their expressions were always so deadpanned and the guns, yes, I had seen the guns tucked at the back of their pants which again confirmed my doubts that this was indeed an illegal syndicate. I couldn't believe I was dragged into a crime organization!
I'd been at the Mansion for two days and still didn't know where the exit was, and I'd been lost more times than I could count.
It had been two days since I got lucky since they were short on staff and I was made a maid rather than a whore. It's been two days since I learned about the boss and his three underbosses, particularly Enzo Mezzesalma.
I'd only look at him a few times when I had the chance, and every time I caught a glimpse of his masculine features, I was gobsmacked.
Rule number 3: Stay away from Enzo Mezzesalma.
Khione had lectured me on how essential that rule was and how ugly the punishment was. I couldn't help but wonder why. There were two more underbosses, but there aren't any rules about them, so why Enzo Mezzesalma?
Walking up the fourth staircase with a bucket and a mopper, I shook my head. I shouldn't be worrying about unimportant stuff. Khione had cautioned me to avoid every master in the manor if I wanted to continue working as a maid until my debt was paid.
By the sixth floor, I could feel every joint in my body throbbing as I panted with my hands on my knees. What was the point of having so many floors? I glared at the elevator meant for the most important figures in the mansion. I rolled my eyes and looked away.
I peered at the corridor and noticed there were only three doors. Which one was I supposed to clean? I wasn't told which one!
I took up the cleaning supplies and proceeded toward the first door, resisting the impulse to lie down for a few minutes. I reached out and knocked, expecting it to open, but it didn't. I scowled and knocked again, but the door opened by itself. I shrugged and stepped inside, entering an enormous and exquisite bedroom with nothing out of place; what was I meant to clean?
After dropping the items, I proceeded to the wide doors and windows that led to a balcony. I smiled as fresh air kissed my face as I pulled the glass doors open.
"A servant in my room,"
I was astonished by the remark and turned quickly, gasping as my sight fell on a naked torso wet with water and a towel wrapped around his hips. My gaze shot up to meet with a set of blue eyes.
Enzo Mezzesalma was there! The same man I was warned to avoid!
Oh, no! What could I say? I fretted internally as my hands became clammy in the gloves I was wearing.
Then he walked toward me as I took a step back, so quickly that I couldn't fathom what was going on until my back slammed on the glass and a scream sprang out of me as he imprisoned me between his arms and the door.
I shut my eyes lightly, shivering to the core in fear as I waited for the hit, a slap, a punch, anything to put me out of my misery.
"Open your eyes," came his low voice. I violently shook my head, holding back a sob and the urge to get down on my knees and beg for my life. Would he kill me for just entering his room, there had to be a reason for rule number 3 right?
Suddenly, I felt warm breaths fanning my face and I got a sniff of his aftershave. "Do you have a death wish?" He catechized. I immediately shook my head. I didn't want to die. "I would say it one more time, open your eyes, doll,"
I didn't have to be told twice as I opened my eyes but didn't dare look up as I blessed my eyes with the abs on his stomach and the v-line that went straight underneath the towel.
A finger hooked under my chin. My breath hitched in fright. My face was lifted and my brown eyes locked with his shady and mysterious blue orbs. I gulped finally being able to take in his sculpted features.
His sharp jawline, the reddish and full lips, the thick brows, the strong nose, his perfect collar bones, and last, his eyes that looked like the deepest and most dangerous ocean that looked calm till there was a storm.
He didn't say anything as he studied my face, holding and trapping me there when I wanted to get away. His presence and aura were overwhelming, it made my stomach pool with something warm and cold.
"Are you a newbie, Doll?" He spoke.
I nodded.
"Use your words, Doll,"
"Yes, I'm a newbie," I responded as quietly as I could. Please, let me go! I wanted to cry.
"I believe you have been told of the rules?" He continued.
I wanted to nod again but quickly recalled. "Yes,"
"What does rule number 3 says?" He interrogated, pinning me down with his eyes and finger. I felt so powerless and weak under those sinister eyes. I wanted to submit.
"Stay away from Enzo Mezzesalma,"
"And what did you do, doll?" His face got closer to mine and I could no longer think clearly. I felt hypnotized.
"I broke it,"
"And what happens when you break a rule?"
"I get punished,"
He smirked as if impressed with my submission and an unknown glint flashed in his eyes. "Since you are a newbie, I will let it slide. The next time you step into my room, you will have a death wish, Doll,"
And then he let go and stepped back while I let out the breath I had been holding, panting so heavily.
"Get out,"
I didn't need to be told twice.
To be continued…!
(Anastasia's Point of View)A week elapsed and I made it a point to avoid Enzo Mezzesalma like he was some sort of atrocious pathogen; maybe he was, but I didn't want to find out. I didn't want to breach that rule once again. I valued my life more than any petty infatuation.However, I ran across him again on the ninth day. When Enzo came in like a hurricane with a man I recognized as Galileo Mezzesalma, one of the other two underbosses and the boss's oldest son, I stopped at where I was cleaning the horse statue by the staircase of the third flood's living room."You do not leave when I'm speaking with, Enzo!" Galileo grabbed Enzo's hand to stop, however, the other man yanked his hand back like Galileo's touch burnt him.Enzo's eyes were darker than any night. They held animosity and they looked like they wanted to tear Galileo to shreds. "Toccami ancora e ti ammazzo. Dare me!"Enzo threatened. It sounded like a threat since I didn't understand Italian. Should I be witnessing this? I
(Anastasia's Point Of View)His hands were in my hair, and his relentless lips were on my lips, making me gasp as he inserted his tongue into my mouth."Enzo..." As his lips traveled over my neck, sending delicate kisses along his route, his name spilled from my lips in pleasure.He kissed, licked, and nibbled my delicate skin, leaving a trace of his mouth on my body as if claiming it as his."Stop me," he pleaded, warning me of what I was getting myself into.At his desire-filled tone, a weird emotion swept through me like lightning. Instead of frightening me, the moisture on my panties grew. "Please, Touch me!" Without hesitation, the words spilled from my mouth.His tongue drew out and licked my neck once more, as my hands clumsily rushed into his silky hair and swiftly wrapped my legs around his hips, wanting him as near as possible. When I felt his hardness brush against my heat, I exclaimed."Enzo," Every rational thought in me vanished in an instant as I arched my hips off the
(Anastasia's Point of View)Every joint in my body ached. From my neck which I believed was covered with hickeys and love bites to between my legs, everywhere throbbed ghastly.I gracelessly held the sheets to cover my chest, my gaze flickering at the bathroom door where Enzo dematerialized a minute ago. Should I still be here? Sluggishly, I set my feet off the bed to the floor, I held back a blub. I clumsily picked up my shirt, putting it on over my head, and bent to pick up my skirt, just in time as the bathroom door opened and Enzo strode out with nothing on but a pair of sweatpants on his hips, leaving the rest for the eyes to banquet on. I picked up my skirt and stood upright, peeking at the floor that abruptly came across more absorbingRule Number 2: Don't look the bosses in the eyes.I heard him get closer till his bare feet were in my line of sight and before I knew it, my cheeks were being roughly clasped and my head was forced up. I locked my gaze with his fierce blue orbs
(Anastasia's Point of View) I shut my eyes, trying to extricate the vulgar controversy I just strode in on. Damnit Anastasia! I camped outside the youngest Mezzesalma's room door and unfortunately for me, I had ambled in on him dicking some girl on his mattress, bent on all fours. Standing outside the door, I could still heed the lady's vociferous exclamations of pleasure as she implored him to fuck her harder and the slapping of flesh together. I shook my head and clapped my cheeks. Why the heck didn't I wait for an invitation before I strode into the room and tread in on that and why the fuck was I still here? I was pretty sure they wouldn't criticize me for not keeping the room clean. It wasn't my diligence if the room was being exploited by its owner. I nodded to myself, finally concluding. I picked up my cleaning equipment but just in time as the door unbarred to uncover Giovanni Mezzesalma, the youngest of the family. His outlines were sharp and he was muscular, I loo
(Anastasia's Point of View) Everyone was rushing around the Mezzesalmas estate, doing one activity or another. Despite my best efforts to remain completely undetectable, I was pulled to the kitchen to assist the cook in making the food. "What's going on?" After two hours of assisting out, I eventually mustered the confidence to inquire, having had enough of the hustle bustle around me. Since Khione and Rue had been missing since this morning and I didn't have a strong relationship with any of the other staff members, I was unable to question them. I licked my parched lips as everyone stared at me as if I had sprouted a second head on my shoulder. "Oh, you're the new girl; poor thing must be in the dark," I'd only been in the house for two weeks and Khione advised me to remain undetected if I didn't want to wind up in anyone's bed as a heat source. "Godfather Gattani and the boss's wife have returned from their vacation, so The Boss desires a party, and everything must be perfect
(Anastasia's Point of View)There had to be something wrong with me because, once again, I was violating rule number 3 as I knelt beside Enzo on the bed, assisting him in removing his blood-soaked sleeve shirt.I frowned as I saw his wounded arm. I reached out to touch it, but he seized my wrist instead, and our gazes locked.His blue eyes were corrosive, staring at where I crouched. I gasped and withdrew my hand slowly.My gaze was drawn to a basin of spotless warm water and a towel that I had brought in earlier. I saturated the towel and squeezed the water out of it before looking up at him.I stood there waiting for him to respond, order me away, and punish me for breaking rule number three.Wasn't I really pushing my luck?I started cleaning his laceration and put alcohol on it after he didn't say anything. I was expecting a pained response or some other indication that he was hurt, but instead, he drew a pistol from the back of his trousers and loaded it with bullets with no expr
[Anastasia’s point of view] Seriously, I had no idea why fate was vindictive to me, shoving me toward the places I was warned to stay away from. I sighed as I came to a stop at the mansion’s practice room door, I had never been here before but I didn’t need to be a prodigy to figure out what they were doing inside that room, the flamboyant sound of gunshots was too clear to miss. The guards standing outside the door glowered at me bizarrely, inspecting me from head to toe while I tried not to shiver and drop the glass of water that lay on the tray in my hands. Once he was contented with whatever he was probing for, he opened the door and let me in and instantly, I was almost deafened by the gaudy sound. Enzo was standing quite far from the target and each bullet that decamped the gun hit the target perfectly. I stared at the way he grasped the gun, those black veins that married his wrist and blended with his tattoos. He was wearing a pair of black pants that fit so perfectly arou
[Anastasia’s point of view] My eyes snapped open at the gentle taps on my cheeks to find the smirking face of Giovanni. I gasped out a breath and I bolted to a sitting position. “Our princess is awake,” Giovanni stood up, while I panted, placing my hand over my chest to calm my heavy breaths. Once it was unruffled enough, I looked around the room, finding Enzo in the same position, gripping his gun tightly while his eyes and expression displayed nothing. How could he look so nonchalant when he nearly killed me?! Giovanni grabbed my arm and pulled me up to my feet. Like jelly, my legs gave out but Giovanni held me to his chest. He chuckled. “Easy there princess, you did pretty good there but believe me, you had nothing to fear when it comes to Enzo, he isn’t named the best for nothing,” Enzo rolled his eyes, placed the gun on the table, and walked out of the room. I felt my heart clench at the reaction, he didn’t care, did he? With a heavy heart, I tore myself from Giovanni, sta