Alessia Romero
______ A brisk breeze grazed my shoulder, and a shiver ran down my spine. I sluggishly fumbled in search of something to cover myself from the chill, and fortunately, I found one. My body felt relaxed, except for the window of the room that was certainly open, allowing the breeze to sneak in. A soft groan left my throat and ran my hand through my hair. I inhaled the delightful scent on the bedding, enough to bring a smile to my lips. Stretching my hands with a yawn, the breeze grew strong, wafting in the room and carrying with it the scent of the ocean. I grew reluctant to wake up; the bed felt so comfortable that it compelled me to continue sleeping. But my stomach rumbled. I was starving. Most of the time, I rarely woke up hungry. I got used to waking up in the middle of the night to grab some snacks, like cupcakes. Did I skip a meal? Attempting to remember what I had for dinner, visions began gushing in my brain. The untouched delicious meal from the romantic dinner with Marco. The sudden attack. The Attack! "Marco!" I snapped, sitting up in a swift move. I wasn't supposed to be loving the sleep. Something happened that night, or the night before, or whichever night. I wasn't sure when it did. I was in a strange-looking room. It looked nothing like my room, not Carina's or even Marco's. To remember that a dangerous man drugged me before I passed out, that alone terrified the shit out of me. I pushed the gray covers off my body and stepped down. The moment I got up, I realized I was naked. No, scratch that, I was wearing a gold-colored lingerie. I sat back on the bed and grabbed the covers to hide my bare body. If I was in a nightmare, I wished to wake up from it. "There is a dress beside you for a reason." A deep voice declared, and my gaze darted in the direction. My heart pounded so hard. The man sat on the other side of the room, near the wide-open window that faced the ocean. I could barely see his face because of the brightness emitted from the window that obscured him. Squinting to get a better view, he noticed my struggle and got up. My heartbeat picked its pace when he began walking towards me. I clutched the covers against my chest, wanting to scream but again, unable to even make a sound. He dressed in a death-looking suit, similar to the one I knew, the one I first saw him wearing. I had a lot to think about and understand what this strange man had to do with me. Because our encounter at the lingerie shop couldn't have been the reason. I did not remember insulting him. He stopped right in front of me and I squeezed my thighs shut. He held a glass of whiskey. I did not miss the rings on his fingers, but I focused. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to regain composure. "You to wear the dress." He replied, directing my attention to the golden dress. Realization hit me that he send it and not Marco. "Unless you want us to talk when naked." I could feel his gaze penetrating through the covers to my skin. "Which I can also appreciate." The fuck? He undressed me, he touched me. That alone aroused a surge of anger in me, and I glared at him. "Did you touch me?" "That is unnecessary, now—" I shut him up. "Did you touch me?!" My teeth gritted against the other, my breath growing loud. He sighed and placed the glass on the bedside table. Checking his wristwatch, he maintained a stern expression. "I have questions. You will be a good girl and answer them." He pulled a seat and sat in front of me, his hands crossed under his chest. "How much do you know about Marco?" I glared, keeping my lips shut, determined to get answers to my questions as well. After a moment, he raised an eyebrow. "I asked a question." "So did I." I spat, and I noticed a dark shade of anger in his eyes, making me recoil. "Did you touch me?" I pressed again. "I did." He admitted without shame, his jaws twitching. "And if I fucking ask a question and don't get an answer, you won't like it. So be a darling and be obedient." I scoffed with a roll of eyes, shifting my gaze from him to the bedside table. I noticed a black knife engraved with the name Lazza. "How well do you know, Marco?" "How well should one know their boyfriends?" I snapped, and I sensed his growing anger. The consuming look he gave, the threat of a knife, and the man seated in front of me instilled fear, yet I resisted. I noticed how his fist tightened, his icy gaze still focused on me. The rings on his right-hand fingers caught me again. With his fist resting on his thigh, I could read the letters written on each ring in each finger. L. A. Z. Z. A. Lazza The similar name on the knife. A name ringing bells in me. Lazza, a famous name of the Italian Mafia leader. The Don. No, the last time I checked, he wasn't this young. But news has been everywhere that Lazza II died five years ago, and another leader took over. If I paid more attention to the mafia shit, I might have known who that was. I swallowed, ready to talk, but the door flung open. Startled, I clutched the covers tighter. A woman in her late thirties got shoved inside by another man dressed in a similar suit. They sealed her mouth and tied her hands. She was the chef who had served us at Marco's place. Her tearful eyes met mine as she knelt beside the door, pushed down by the man who left. The scuffling of feet drew my gaze back to the man. He got up, picked up the knife and the glass of whiskey, and returned to the seat. "I don't understand what you want," I spoke hurriedly, sensing the situation taking a dark turn. "Answers." He declared, swaying his knife as he sipped his drink. "For what? Marco and I dated for three months. "I swallowed, fear creeping into my depths. "We ... I don't know. We dated for three months." "How well do you know him?" He asked, and the way the knife kept rolling on his finger instilled more fear. "Not so well." I admitted. "Wrong answer." With a swift motion, he slipped the knife, staring at me. Unaware of what was happening, I heard a heavy thud. My eyes snapped to the door. The lady lay on the floor, a knife between her eyes, blood pooling around her, turning her blonde hair red. My breath hitched, every nerve on edge. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even think. "One last time—" "No, I ... I don't know. He runs a business, his father's business, and he—" I released a shaky breath when he got up and approached me. "Wrong answer," "I'm not sure." Shaking my head, I crawled away from him. "I did not ask him a lot about business and any—" "Where does he live?" He grew cold, appearing more menacing, and there I knew he was the one I shouldn't have ever met. "The beach house wasn't his." I stared in shock. How could I have known it wasn't his? It was my second time there, and Marco walked into the house like he owned it. "I only know the beach house," I whispered. I watched as he examined his gun, looking so relaxed. "He knows your father." I remember meeting Marco in my father's office. "Yes, yes. I don't know how, but that's how Marco and I met." His gaze intensified, and fear absorbed me. "Good," he smirked. "So, your family is my enemy. Just the people I needed." "I don't know what you are talking about." I stammered. "Let's see how fast your parents can set you free." Leaning his hands on the bed, he locked his eyes with me. "You, Marco, your parents, and him," He pointed at the door which opened again. It revealed another man pushed inside. "You all know my enemy." "I—" I never finished my sentence as the gunfire echoed. I turned to the door where the other man had been shot and fell next to the dead body. He did a lopsided look and aimed. "A friend to my enemy is also an enemy." He declared. "Your parents better have answers." He smiled while standing up straight, and I did not like the smile. It looked darker than his suit.Alessia…..Three days had passed while still in the mafia captive. It meant that my parents couldn't get me out. I wondered what the Italian mafia wanted from me.On the third day, they took me to the Lazza territory after locking me in a room. Mystery surrounded the territory. Normal people could not tell what businesses took place in it.Lazza, the mafia leader, walked ahead of us. I was between two of his men who walked side by sideAs much as I trusted my parents and Marco to get me out, I still looked around to familiarize myself with the place. The hidden spirit within me longed to escape.On arriving at the mansion's main entrance, Lazza halted, and so did we. His aura felt dark and unfriendly, and his stern look could get your knees succumbing. He turned to face me and I maintained a courageous look on me. Despite knowing for certain that I was innocent, his gaze still intimidated me.“Take her to my office.” He instructed his men and strode towards the east side of the mansi
Alessia *** As Lazza said, I was suddenly a pet. Being a maid meant I was turned to being someone's pet. They instructed me on what I was supposed to do. I also met Clara, one of the maids who I took over from. She explained about the job. I was to serve meals, be available whenever the boss needed me, and entertain him. Preferably, stripping or lap dancing. After I was given all I needed, I let Clara do the job for the night. Everything felt like rubbish to me. Once everyone had left to serve their masters, I remained in the main kitchen. I sat at one table in the massive kitchen. I understood their need to have such an enormous modern kitchen; they made a variety of food. The maids had to push trolleys to the respective wings to serve the Lazza family members. Lazza carried the family name as the boss. No one was allowed to call him by his real name. So his real name remained mysterious. Settling with a plate of saffron pasta and veggie salad, I ate. Who knew what would happ
Alessia Romero------------I stabbed someone. That meant I was just like them. My hands were coated with sin. Caught in Mafia affairs turned me into a cold-blooded murderer. The sight of the knife stuck on his stomach played in me. All night, I stayed up because I couldn't bring myself to shut my eyes. Everything would flash before my eyes. Blood.Guilty consumed me every second that ticked. Being locked in a cold lonely basement did not allow me to know what was happening out there. Did I kill him? What if I did?But he deserved it. I loathed him with every fiber in my body. He disgusted me to even think he could be comfortable asking me to strip for him. I wanted to chop off his balls and shove them into his filthy mouth. Who even gave him the name? It did not suit any sense of the human being he was.I exhaled to release the feeling stuck in my chest. I felt guilty but again, he deserved it. I wondered when it was all gonna end. Maybe I was stuck in the situation forever. It hit h
Alessia Romero ----- Going for a damn day, and a night without a circus felt unreal. It scared me more than fighting with one of the evil family members. After the auction that went wrong, we came back to the mansion. Though I stayed in the dormitory as instructed by Matteo, I still thought Lazza or his brother Romeo would launch their demons again. They did not, actually, I nevert saw them ever since. Maybe someone needed to stab Romeo for the peace of everyone in the area. That wasn't supposed to be something to cheer me up, because I wouldn't know what they were cooking under my nose. Perhaps to assassinate me in front of everyone as a life lesson, or to torment me to the last breath. I sighed at that, rolling over on the squeaky metallic bed to get a good position so I could continue sleeping. Though I was starving, that should have been what woke me up, but no, it had to be the door flying open, the knob slamming on the wall as the noise echoed in the whole dormitory. The
Alessia Romero---------"Hey, last born, follow me, we have a meeting." Clara walked into the dorm. I had finished dressing up after a long cold shower, the weather was hot as it was summer."Last born?" I rose an amused brow."Yes, you are the only teenager here? I heard you are nineteen." She was busy throwing some nuts in her mouth. How was she so okay while in hell?"Hmm, a good reason for me to be out of here," I uttered bitterly. "Anyway, what's the sudden meeting?""There was an adjustment with the working schedule. You'll be introduced to other workers to avoid problems. That also includes the Lazza family members. They will be there.""I don't want to see their faces!" I gritted as we bolted to the exit.We walked to the west wing, it appeared that the west wing was where all the activities occurred. The east wing was the Mafia boss' private wing and Sofia and Romeo occupied the south and North wing.Some soldiers were in the room, the same as the other four ladies we shared
Rodion Konstantin------A buzz in my phone caught my attention. It was a reminder of an event I was required to attend that night. Some businessmen in the country invited me to some occasional events. Some involved a good amount of money and in others, I could walk away with a wealthy property.Running a strong mafia team put me at a high demand. I had several human beings who paid a good amount of money for my protection. For some politicians who I happen to play dirty for them to win the elections, they kept me close because their lives and career lay in my hands.I concentrated back on my laptop doing some checks on my businesses. Money defined my line of duty, that was what everyone involved with the Lazza affair knew. Some of workers needed that reminder, because I hated to see the profit margins going down.I took a sip of cold whiskey.People worshiped Lazza for their game. You involve Lazza, you win battles. That's how I played. I loved it clean, and a simple mistake meant de
Alessia Romero --------------- "It's her turn!" His declaration caught my body frozen. For a second I thought he was kidding until the lady began freeing my hands. It scared me because for him to untie me meant I would hate what was to happen more than I hated being tied up. My heart raced at the situation. I could feel myself trembling even before I got what I asked for. Tears blinded me to imagine myself sucking one of the dicks. Sickness emerged inside me and I turned to Lazza. "You can't do this." I murmured but he had busied himself with a glass of whiskey. “Come on, you can't do this.” My voice grew. “Get her on stage, quickly!” He yelled at the lady who had been releasing my hands, once she freed me, she grabbed my hands and handcuffed me. “What are you doing? Hey—” “Shut the fuck up!” Lazza launched on me, I could have jerked away but I was scared of what awaited me than his face. The girl freed my legs and gripped me, pulling me to get up. I fought, sitting back on t
Alessia Romero ----------- ricco sfondato We were in Spain, Madrid. Those were the perks of being filthy rich and owning a private jet. They expected our arrival because as soon as the jet landed; they ushered us into a car that drove off to where the party was. A red carpet event. It was a surprise to see that a Mafia demon could attend a decent party that didn't involve cigars and bullets. One could not tell that he was a monster in a dark tuxedo. Everyone idolized his arrival. Many guests were drawn to his arrival, and I was surprised to see him take the time to chat with them. I followed his lead, stopping whenever he stopped, waited for him to finish his chit-chat, and then moved with him to another spot. Sometimes he would speak Spanish to some group of people. It sounded so fluent in his mouth. Everyone looked expensive. The ladies wore labeled gowns that exuded nothing but elegance. The gents were in suits and tuxedos. Satisfying scents from different Colognes and per