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The Mafias maid

The Mafias maid

Monica fav

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"When Alessia becomes the maid for Marco, a powerful mafia boss, she's drawn into a world of danger and secrecy. As they grow closer, Alessia must choose between her heart and her morals. Can their forbidden love survive, or will it be destroyed by the darkness surrounding them?"

Chapter 1 The job

Alessia stood outside the grand mansion, her heart racing with anticipation and fear.

She had never been one for domestic work, but desperation had driven her to this point. The once-manicured lawn now seemed overgrown, and the sound of crickets provided an eerie background hum.

As she raised her hand to knock on the door, it swung open, revealing a tall, imposing figure.

"Can I help you?" he asked gruffly, eyeing her up and down.

Alessia swallowed hard, trying to composed herself. "I'm here about the maid position," she replied, trying to sound confident.

The man raised an eyebrow. "You're the one who called earlier?"

Alessia nodded. "Yes, that's me."

He stepped aside, allowing her to enter. "Follow me."

As she trailed behind him, Alessia couldn't help but notice the opulent decor. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and expensive artwork adorned the walls. This was definitely a mansion fit for a king – or in this case, a mafia boss.

The man led her to a spacious office, where a tall, dark-haired figure sat behind a massive desk. He looked up, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers.

"Ah, Alessia," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. "Welcome."

Alessia felt a flutter in her chest as she approached the desk. There was something about this man that commanded attention, something that made her feel like he could see right through her.

"I'm Marco," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "And you're here about the maid position."

Alessia nodded, trying to composed herself. "Yes, that's right."

Marco leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I must say, you're not what I expected."

Alessia raised an eyebrow. "What did you expect?"

Marco smiled, a small, enigmatic smile. "Someone older, more experienced. You're...young."

Alessia felt a surge of defensiveness. "I'm twenty-two," she said, trying to sound confident. "And I'm perfectly capable of doing the job."

Marco chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "I'm sure you are," he said. "But this isn't just any job, Alessia. This is a job that requires discretion, loyalty, and a certain...flexibility."

Alessia felt a shiver run down her spine as Marco's eyes seemed to bore into hers. She knew that she was taking a risk by working for a mafia boss, but she was desperate. She needed the job, and she was willing to do whatever it took to keep it.

"I understand," she said, trying to sound calm. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove myself."

Marco smiled again, this time with a hint of approval. "I like your spirit, Alessia," he said. "I think you'll do just fine here."

As Marco nodded to the man who had let her in, Alessia felt a surge of relief. She had gotten the job.

But as she turned to leave, Marco's voice stopped her. "Alessia?"

She turned back to him, her heart racing. "Yes?"

Marco's eyes seemed to bore into hers. "Remember, discretion is key. What happens in this house, stays in this house."

Alessia felt a shiver run down her spine as she nodded. She knew that she was getting in over her head, but she was willing to do whatever it took to keep the job.

As she left the office, Alessia couldn't shake the feeling that she was making a deal with the devil himself.

Over the next few days, Alessia settled into her new routine. She woke up every morning at 5 am, got dressed, and made her way to the kitchen to start her day.

The kitchen was a large, modern space with sleek appliances and marble countertops. Alessia was tasked with cooking meals for Marco and his associates, as well as keeping the house spotless.

As she worked, Alessia couldn't help but notice the strange comings and goings. Men in suits would arrive at all hours of the night, and Alessia would catch snippets of their conversations. They spoke of shipments and deliveries, of debts and payments.

Alessia knew that Marco was involved in some shady dealings, but she tried not to think about it too much. She was here to do a job, and that's exactly what she was going to do.

As the days turned into weeks, Alessia grew more comfortable in her role. She learned the ins and outs of the house, and she even started to enjoy the quiet moments to herself.

But despite her growing comfort, Alessia couldn't shake

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