Maid To The Mafia

y, its pale light barely filtering through the dense trees of the dense forest she now called home. Every footstep echoed in the

r smelled of damp earth and pine, the familiar scent of the forest almost comforting, yet a const

heels. But no matter how far she went, the memories followed. The day her life had shattered was etched into her mind like a permanent scar

held her heart in his hands. She had trusted him with every ounce of her being, believing in their love and the

t no room for doubt. She had seen him, in the arms of another woman, his lips pressed to hers with the same passion he had once shown her. It had b

ve behind the life she had known and the man she had once given her heart to. But she had done it. She had walked away, leaving him behind i

running. Still hiding. Still h

fe. The rest was buried beneath the dirt and ashes of the past. But she had learned to survive. She had no choice. The mafia had

ity, a new life.A maid in a rich household. The life was modest, but it was safe. It was far from the danger

e was about t

udden, inexplicable presence of strangers in her life. She had always been able to sense danger

uried. The man who had destroyed her life had

d carry her. She had tried to ignore it, had hoped that her fears were unfounded. But deep down, she knew the

cked up, rustling the leaves in the trees, but there was no sound of pursuit. At least, not yet. She wasn'

he way he had always made her feel safe, even as he held her in a world of danger. The way he had kissed her, as though he owned her soul, as th

etrayed her. And now, he

to dwell on the past. Not now. Not when her future was at risk. She had t

her only guide the dim light of the moon filtering through the trees. Her mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, her heart p

remember the coldness in his eyes, the way he had dismissed her, as if she was not

ing underfoot. Isabella froze, her heart skipping a beat. She strained her e

th

s all she had left in terms of defense. A crude weapon, but a weapon nonetheless. She wasn't helpless any

ive young woman who had blindly trusted a mafia boss with her life. She was stronger now,

there. The fear that the past would catch up to her, that the man she had once loved wo

nd this time, she would not allow herself to be a victim. She had learned the

was her turn

ckened, her fingers tightening around the handle of her