Mafia's Property

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laced with disdain. "Do you have any explanation for this, Elena?"I stuttered out a response "I-I was told to clean this room. I'm just a maid sir, and I swear I wasn't doing anything but cleaning,"He kept staring at me, observing me. "I don't know where you come from but here I have rules, and breaking them has consequences."Franco spoke up again. "Don Luciano, Elena is new, and she didn't know."The Don's eyes never left mine as he listened to Franco's words. His anger was radiating off him in waves."Si Franco, it looks like we have some serious issues with communication around here," he casually said, his gun still pointed in my direction. (Yes Franco)I fought to keep the tears at bay. The Don's furious gaze was unbearable, and I couldn't move or speak.Franco, in another desperate attempt to make peace, moved to stand between us, "Don Luciano, please understand it was an innocent mistake. Elena didn't mean to-"The Don cut him off, "Franco, this is not your concern. You should go."Franco's expression hardened, but he didn't try to argue further. He gave me one last worried glance before exiting the room, leaving me alone with the infuriated Don.My heart raced in my chest, thumping so loud I feared the Don would hear it. His gaze bore into mine, igniting an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and another feeling I didn't quite understand. His predatory grey eyes seemed to lock me in.He took a step closer, his voice dripping with venom. "Do you have any idea who I am, Elena?" still pointing the gun at me. I could only nod."I am Don Luciano Vitello," he declared with authority, his eyes locked onto mine. "And I demand absolute obedience from those who work for me."My lips quivered as I managed to whisper, "I-I understand, Don L-Luciano. I didn't mean to intrude, I didn't know."The Don finally