Maid To The Mafia

of her modest bedroom, casting faint shadows on the walls. It was a simple room, far from the opulence she had once known. There were no grand windows overlooking the city, no silk sheets or fine fur

curtain slightly, peering out into the quiet neighborhood. The streets were still empty, the world outside untouched by t

mafia world, the wealth, the power, and the constant threat of death that had haunted her e

t wasn't much, but it was enough for her. She had learned to appreciate the small things-the quiet moments of solitude, the sim

the young woman who had been torn apart by betrayal. She had rebuilt herself

ace, Isabella knew the truth. Her past was never truly behind her. It lingered

, and she had work to do. There was always something to clean, something to organize, and she preferred it th

your past, the better. It was a trick she had mastered well. And yet, there were days when the memories

coffee anymore. That had been a luxury she had left behind, a symbol of the life she had once lived. Now, she

ors. She hadn't expected anyone. A flash of panic swept through her, but she forced herself to remain calm. It could be a

ward the front door. She pressed her ear against the door, trying to catch any hint of who m

. As the door creaked open, she was greeted by the sight of a man she hadn

yes, the same deep brown as they had been all those years ago, met hers with an intensity that sent a shock

ow and gravelly, sending a shive

back, instinctively closing the door a fraction. "Wh

to stop her from shutting the door. "I know you've been hiding, but this isn't the t

from the betrayal that had torn them apart. She had thought that he was gone, that she had escaped him. But now, here he

ed coldly, her voice barely above a whisp

-passed through them. "You don't get to decide that, Isabella. You're still pa

herself that she was free, that she had escaped the suffocating world o

him inside. "I don't want any part of it. I left f

t just leave that world behind, Isabella. There are things happening, things you

und. "You're not getting anything from me.

his gaze on her, the years of unspoken emotions simmering beneath the surface. She knew that nothing had chan

wondered what it would mean to return. What it would mean t

o said, his voice softer now. "I'm asking you to help m

it down. She had learned the hard way that no matter how pow

e said firmly. "And this.

ed, his expression hardening again. "I'll be back, Isabella.

he quiet of her home, her mind swirling with the weight of his words. She ha

ck for her. And ther