The Mafias maid

in a haze of cleaning, cooking,

e grandeur of the mansion, but

ving room, singing, and enjoying, her job. Alessia

tapestry, and it looked like it hadn't been used in a wh

down into darkness. Alessia fumbled for the light switch, an

ere adorned with surveillance monitors, each displaying a different ar

rs, Alessia found herself

desk dominated the center of the room. Behind the

Marco's operation. She had known that he was a powerful

th documents and photographs. She recognized some of the faces as M

young woman, taken in a dimly lit alleyway. The woman's eyes seemed

the stairs. She quickly returned the folder to

guilt. She knew that she had been snooping, and she

are of her presence. He walked over to the desk, h

from calm to concerned. He picked up a phone

alized that something was amiss. Marco's tone was te

qued. What was going on? An

o's eye. For a moment, they just stared at e

r, his expression grim. Alessia took that as her cue t

! what have I gotten myself into,