The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

A New Resolution

Giovanni twitched in his seat, his face an angry mask of confusion. Three nights. Three whole fucking nights he’d stayed away from home, at his Las Vegas apartment, just to avoid his maid, Jenny Stone. But every damned night he’d dreamed of her, making delicious love to her, and as a result, every morning he woke up with a ten-foot pole under his blanket.

The fuck! That girl was really messing with his mind.

That dream from last night was too vivid. He could replay every damned scene in his mind. The way she was peeking at him from behind her shoulder length curls. The way her eyes ate him up as she walked to him with that big fluffy towel in her hands. And he was like that little fourteen-year-old boy all over again, mooning over her, allowing her to massage her fingers in his hair. It was soothing and kind of erotic, to the point he was so aroused he’d even asked her for a kiss.

But this Jay was not the least bit timid compared to her real life form. She smacked her lips against his, molding and ravishing his mouth like a starved ginger kitten. And that kind of got his blood boiling hot, so that he crushed her beneath him, running his greedy hands all over her body and up her skirt, squeezing her breasts, and buttocks.

She was delicious and soft. It was what he’d wanted in a lover. The perfect lover. And just when she was about to confess to him that she was his Jennifer, the phone fucking rang.

It’d been Bobby, asking where he was, and why he hadn’t come home after three days absence. Of course, he swore at underling until he was six feet underground. He, himself, had flown home via his private jet, only arriving now at 5:00pm, the perfect time when his maid would be at home, tidying up Cory Mansion, making his coffee, and doing whatever stuff she did to keep the house clean.

But he had to admit something was off. The house didn’t gleam like before. But Giovanni didn’t care about the few dirt marks at the front door, nor his bedroom looking like pig sty. What he wanted to see right now was Jay’s face.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Giovanni scrubbed the distressed look off his face, and waited for his coffee to arrive.

God! Three whole days and nights of not seeing her face had him acting all giddy, like a crazy teen.

Or maybe that was just the caffeine talking.

But God! The cravings. Or more likely, his craving for sex, with Jay, since his subconscious mind had even dreamed of his maid confessing to be his Jennifer.

Now that was fucked up, on a totally different level. Maybe he should just shag her, change the contract from her being his maid to his lover?

The hell? Now why didn’t he think of this before.

Maybe it was because he’d made a promise to his little friend Jennifer he’d look for her. And possibly morphed her into his future lover.

Shit! He was in deep shit. On the one hand, he craved Jay. On the other, he’d a promise to keep.

Fuck this. He was a selfish egotistical bastard. That was what Rocco Bianco, the bastard he’d called father for all of those fourteen years, had called him. So, why shouldn’t he act like one. If that was what people chose to believe of him, so be it. He was a mafia through and through, just moving from the Bianco clan to the Dente clan didn’t make him any different. Yes, he’d have Jay as his temporary lover, until the real Jennifer came along.

His heart could not be denied. He needed Jay, like he needed his coffee. And Jay plus coffee equated to a combination that could not be resisted, the dish tantalizing his taste buds, the combo totally alluring to his senses. But what he found more alluring right then was a taste of that flat white from Jay. Now where the hell was she?

“Jay, where’s my coffee?” Giovanni roared, his voice echoing through the hallway.

A minute later, scrambling feet came rushing in, followed by two bald heads, and two brown heads. His underlings; Bobby, Heath, Finnie, and Jonny.

Giovanni surveyed the door, but no one else seemed to be coming.

“Where is she?” His voice was crisp, authoritative, and cold.

“Who, boss?” Bobby asked.

Giovanni couldn’t suppress his annoyance. “Jay, you numbnuts. Where is she?”

Bobby shook in his boots. “She’s not here, boss?”

“I can see she’s not here. Go to the kitchen. Tell her I want my flat white. And if she doesn’t show her face in front of me in ten seconds, tell her I will add an extra ten percent to her father’s debt.”

Giovanni could tell his men were scared. They gulped down their lumps of fear, but none moved their asses.

He frowned, wondering why. “Why aren’t you moving your asses?”

“Because she’s not in the kitchen, boss,” Jonny squeaked out this time.

“Where is she, then?” he roared again, fist slamming on the mahogany desk.

His men jumped a mile high up the roof. They flinched, their eyes scrambling about, as if trying to think of some excuses for why Jay wasn’t inside his office. They were hiding something from him, he could tell. They’d better spit it out now or there’d be hell to pay.

Giovanni had already confronted his feelings and accepted them with both hands. He was totally captivated with his maid. And tonight, he’d be changing their contract. Tonight, he’d lure her into his trap. He’d personally punish her, until she lay writhing beneath him with pleasure, screaming out his name at the peak of ecstasy. She said she was a virgin. All the better. A squeaky clean lover, one he would teach from the very beginning.

The thought pleased him immensely. Now, if she’d only show her face, and maybe get him that cup of coffee he’d been dying for, then everything would end perfectly. His mind jerked back to the ashen faces of his four underlings. They were babbling something like fools. What were they hiding from him?

“Jay, Jay is not here.”

Giovanni didn’t answer. He was waiting for Bobby to carry on. Seconds ticked by. But Bobby still didn’t flinch. Of course, Bobby couldn’t keep up with the pressure anymore. He burst like a broken dam.

“She’s gone, boss. Gone. We don’t know where she’s gone to, but she disappeared three days ago.”

Giovanni jerked Bobby up, clutching him roughly by the collar.

“Repeat that?” he hissed in Bobby’s face.

“We… we don’t know, boss,” Finnie answered instead. “She just said her goodbyes and left to go to school, but she never came home.”

“And you tell me this now?” Giovanni annunciated these cold words, while directing his heated gaze at Finnie.

“We tried to call you but you only picked up today,” Bobby whimpered on the other side.

Giovanni jerked his attention back to Bobby. “Fuck! What the fuck is going on?” he scowled at both Bobby and Finnie. “Did she run away?”

Bobby shook his head. “I don’t think so, boss. She acted normal enough when she left. No tears, nothing. She was normal.”

A thread of fear drummed through Giovanni at Bobby’s explanation. Perhaps she was kidnapped, then? Swirl of dark thoughts raced through him.

Leo! Could Leo have kidnapped her? Fuck! No. He remembered Melena’s warning. They’ll get back at him. But that couldn’t be. Jay had nothing to do with the mafia’s business. God, he hoped she was all right.

Giovanni launched up from his seat and instructed Heath and Bobby to go with him. All three slammed into the car, with Heath tugging the engine into drive.

While veering out of the driveway Bobby asked worriedly, “Where are we going, boss?”

Giovanni replied coldly, his face a dark mask, “To Leo’s. To get Jay back.”