The Mafias maid

and mansion, her heart racin

iven her to this point. The once-manicured lawn now seemed overg

on the door, it swung open, re

e asked gruffly, ey

herself. "I'm here about the maid positio

brow. "You're the one

ded. "Yes,

allowing her to

. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and expensive artwork adorned the walls

dark-haired figure sat behind a massive desk. He l

deep voice sending shivers

There was something about this man that commanded attention, s

never leaving hers. "And you're

g to composed herself

epling his fingers together. "I mus

n eyebrow. "What

ic smile. "Someone older, more

enty-two," she said, trying to sound confident

you are," he said. "But this isn't just any job, Alessia. This is a

. She knew that she was taking a risk by working for a mafia boss, but she was de

o sound calm. "I'm willing to do w

f approval. "I like your spirit, Alessia,"

let her in, Alessia felt a surge

leave, Marco's voice

to him, her hear

"Remember, discretion is key. What happ

. She knew that she was getting in over her head, but

dn't shake the feeling that she was

routine. She woke up every morning at 5 am, got dress

marble countertops. Alessia was tasked with cooking meals for

in suits would arrive at all hours of the night, and Alessia would catch snippets of

, but she tried not to think about it too much. She was her

le in her role. She learned the ins and outs of the house,

owing comfort, Ale