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Ginevra becomes the maid of a ruthless mafia thug, Raphael Cambiasso because of a debt her father owes Raphael. She doesn't like the job but she has no other choice. The both of them initially don't like each other. After days and nights of flirting and sexual harassment, Raphael started developing feelings for Ginevra. Likewise, Ginevra on the other hand started having feelings for Raphael. But everything changes when Emiliano Russo, the best friend and only family of Raphael returns from his trip. Read and find out the cost of betrayal and love.

Chapter 1 Awkward Encounter

Chapter One: Awkward Encounter

"Get back inside ...old hag," said Raphael to Sofia Luna, the Wife of Lucas, as he slammed the door behind him.

He sits on a stool close to the TV and comments on the reality show the family is watching.

"Irrelevant shows for irrelevant people," he said. A thunder cried in the background giving the family on their knees chills down their spines.

He laughed and said, "Amigo ... .you know what I want, right???....give it to me, and I am out of this God-forsaken home you call a house".

Lucas Luna, a middle-class earner, and a humble soul, tries to persuade Raphael that they can settle their business outside and leave the family alone.

Raphael disagrees with him and threatens to either rape his wife or his sexy daughter. "Nah, Amigo.....I am feeling quite horny right now and some ass will do".

Ginevra begged and pleaded with her father and mother for more time to come up with the debt they owed him, but to no avail.

She burst up and said, "Take me as your hostage pending till when my father comes up with his money ... but please leave my family alone p, please".

Raphael laughs mischievously. "Hold on....turn around quickly. Let me see what you have," he said.

Ginevra turns around, and he immediately spanks her fat ass and says, "Ooh yes ... .you will do for the meantime".

They leave the house with Ginevra, saying goodbye to her family and packing her belongings.

The idea was to look for a job the next day but she has to protect and care for her family first.

Ginevra has been on a bad luck streak, from getting her contract of employment terminated and getting dumped by her boyfriend, she has succumbed to reality and become sober.

Raphael helps her with her luggage and keeps on laughing mischievously "Ooohhh, I am going to enjoy messing you up," he spanks her ass again, but this time.

He gets slapped in the face. "Don't touch me inappropriately again...I am not here for that," she said.

He smiles and grabs her hair. "Ooohhh, you are a feisty one....but you are in no position to make any decisions or give any orders here".

On their way to the mansion, Raphael stops by at a bar and meets up with a potential client.

"I am expecting 75 million dollars from this deal. Mr Trent" says Raphael.

Mr Trent says "I am sorry to disappoint you...we do business based on trust, and this is our first deal together; what my partner and I can afford is only 25 million dollars, and that's the best they can do".

Raphael smiles mischievously, shakes the hands of both gentlemen, and says, "I don't do business based on trust, frankly speaking....I do business based on risk, and if you are not ready to apply fear and risk in business...then fu**k off...but I will make an exception tonight".

He escorts the gentlemen to his Rolls Royce and shoots the partner of Mr Trent on the forehead.

Mr. Trent is shocked, starts fidgeting, and stammers, "Oohh," please, spare me. I have 5 children...please, please, please spare me".

Raphael smiles and says, "Oohh, I believe we can agree on a $100 million for business now".

He shoots the ground to create more fear and leaves Mr. Trent fidgeting, then turns back, calls Mr. Trent's name, and shoots him.

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