The Mafias Mistress

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."