The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

What is this? Fucking Valentine’s or something? Why did the bunny give me a love balloon? Those questions were running through Giovanni’s mind as he took hold of the love balloon in his hand, staring blankly at the pink eared bunny.

That bunny was strange. He’d never seen a mascot bunny before. With the full pink ears and fluffy bunny tail, Giovanni concluded that this bunny was a female. And the way she bumped into his chest and fell into his arms, she also reminded him of Jay, his maid, not to mention her voice when she first spoke to him.

Must be his brain hallucinating under this hot sun.

Giovanni promised himself that after his meeting with Giuseppe this afternoon, he’d arrange for a thorough investigation to search for his maid’s whereabouts.

While he was thinking this, the bunny quickly dashed away. Giovanni couldn’t take his eyes away from her. Something about that bunny triggered his curiosity. So he followed her.

Yeah, he had a few minutes up his sleeve. He could afford to do that. And he did, his step quickening, matching her stride by a few paces from behind when she started around the corner. He’d almost caught up to her when she bumped into a gangly boy with brown hair.

Her body stilled, as if she were afraid the boy she bumped into were her mortal enemy, but from the way she moved, he could tell she relaxed after seeing his face.

Must be her boyfriend, he thought.

What a waste of time? And what the fuck did he just do… stalking after some girl in a pink bunny costume? He seriously needed to find Jay and get this lust out of his system.

Just as he was about to turn back, the boy with brown hair spoke, piquing his senses, “Jenny, time for your break.”

Fucking hell! So, he was right after all. That bunny sounded just like Jay, and now with the confirmation of the name Jenny, too, he was more than one hundred percent sure this bunny was his maid. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be running like she’d seen the devil, after interacting with him.

And he gave chase, sprinting after her. After countless detours and tricks by his mischievous maid, he caught her, between his thumb and fingers. And his heart swelled with an uncontrollable emotion as soon as he tore off that bunny mask. It was like some sort of reunion, a sort of déjà vu that he’d experienced before.

“Hey, boss. Fancy seeing you here. Like the love balloon I gave to you?” She chuckled at him, eyes large and green.

Mystical. Captivating. Alluring.

Giovanni was mad. He inched his face closer, bringing his fingers to wrap around her small neck. Jay was small, tiny, compared to his tall six-foot-one status, but yet she still didn’t appear intimated by him. Her shoulders were squared. She was even brave enough to smile at him and greet him like they’d just seen one another a few days ago.

Fuck, they did see each other a few days ago. Four days to be exact. Only four days, but it was so fucking long he almost couldn’t function without her.

“Jay, you devious maid.” He panted, eyes shooting back to her, his lips curling up in a sardonic grin. “You’ve put me through hell and back. Now, how should I kill you?”

That question was meant to scare her, but the only effect it had was on him. He was lured into her trap, her eyelashes like fantails as they slowly met, and he wanted to kiss every damned freckle on her cute button nose.

Shit and fuck. He was a mafia boss. Fantails and cute were not in his vocabulary.

Giovanni was mad with himself. How should he punish her? A gun? That would be too obvious. He didn’t want to frighten the girl by forcing her to be his lover at gun point. A knife? He wasn’t a psychotic med patient, desperate to get under her skirt. Yeah, he was kind of desperate, and almost on the verge of an obsession with this maid of his, but psychotic he was not. And so, when he saw his maid biting her lips, waiting patiently for her fate to come knocking at her door, he knew what to do, the one thing that would knock her soul right out of her body.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

His lips descended, slowly capturing her still mouth, sealing off her air supply as he cupped her head within his palm. He intruded upon her space, his tongue battling for control.

Oh, God! Oh, Fucking God! This was delicious, addictive and tasty. Yes, Jay’s lips on his were like a five-star course. And that last swirl of her tongue touching his was the dessert.

When he finally had enough of the sugar fix, he pulled back, lips just beside her ear, soft seductive words breathed out, “Why did you run away when you saw me, Jay?”

His maid just blinked at him, lost for a full second. Until she started shaking her butt, with her legs closed together.

“Well?” he probed, watching her dance on her toes.

“Because you were chasing me,” she squeezed out, shaking even more.

Good answer. That made sense. Why not run when someone chased you. Now for the ultimate question.

“Why did you leave the house, Jay? Answer me!” This time no answer. And the shaking was getting on his nerves. “Stop shaking, for fuck’s sake. Stand still and answer me.”

But Jay didn’t respond to him. Her eyes kept on scanning her surroundings, and she was fighting to get out of his grip. He wasn’t stupid. No way in hell would he let her go again.

“Say it, Jay. Otherwise, I won’t let you go. Now why did you leave?” Giovanni swore he wouldn’t stop until he got his answer. So he kept at it, pressuring her to reply. Until she did.

“It’s because… because… I needed to pee!” And she dashed out of his arms and straight into the loo.

Yep! That answer shut him right up.