The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

A Different Kind of Bonding

“Ahhh, Jay. My beloved. Good morning,” Giovanni greeted me from the bed, as soon as he saw me enter the room. He had his arms wide open, inviting me in for a hug.

I needed a hug. I really needed one, and if I didn’t get one now, I thought I’d burst into tears. I nestled into his open arms, burying my face at the junction of his neck. My safe place. “Gio.”

He was so sensitive to my emotional state, and he could sense immediately that something was wrong. “Why the long face? What happened?”

“It’s Amelia. She’s not happy. She cried,” I mumbled out.

“And that makes you unhappy too?” he asked.

I jerked out of my safe place and stared at him. “Of course. She’s my sister. If she’s not happy, then I’m not happy.”

“Hmm. You are very close to her, aren’t you?” he concluded.

“I am.” I went back to laying my head on his shoulder. “We’re very close. And I’m not used to her being like this. All sad and gloomy face. It’s not right. She’s always so cheerful.”

“Hmm.” Giovanni didn’t say much else. He just gently patted my head.

I grew quiet, just thinking, mulling through some thoughts, enjoying his soft touch on my hair.

“Do you think she could live with us?” I said out of the blue.

Giovanni was taken aback. He stared, blinking at me. “You are asking me this now? I thought you had already made the decision to let her come stay with us.”

I felt a bit guilty there. I should have talked to him first. “I’m sorry for not asking you in advance. I was just so happy she’s back and safe, I forgot to discuss it with you first. Are you mad?”

He shook his head. “I’m not mad. I just think you should consider her feelings first. Do you think she wants to stay with us?”

“Of course, she does. She seemed genuinely happy last night when I mentioned it.”

“I guess so. But think about the psychological implication for a bit. She’d just escaped from Lorenzo, a mafia boss, just to move in with another mafia boss, me. Would she be comfortable with that?” Giovanni gave me food for thought.

“You’re right. I never thought of that,” I admitted sadly. “But you are so kind and sweet. How could anyone not want to live with you?”

“Only to you, Jay. Only to you,” Giovanni said. “For everyone else, I don’t give a fuck.”

“But the guys love you,” I argued back.

“They’re used to my foul mouth. And I’m their boss; of course they got to fucking love me.”

“Still. I think you are kind and sweet. That’s my opinion, and I’m sticking with it.”

I sighed a bit more.

“Stop frowning.” Giovanni saw the frown on my forehead, and he kissed it away. He moved our position, settling me comfortably on the bed, pulling me back so I was leaning against his chest. He wound his arms around me and started rocking me back and forth in a soothing motion to comfort me. “Let’s see how it pans out. She can stay with us. If she doesn’t like it, I’ll find a safe place for her somewhere else.”

“Okay. That sounds like a good plan.” After more mulling, I said, “Do you think she needs counseling?”

“Is her condition really that bad?”

“Well, she did say she usually wakes up to the sounds of birds chirping outside. And this…” I gestured my arm to indicate this room, this place, this city life. “Our common life here, with the people chitchatting early in the morning, the car vrooming outside…she’s not used to it.”

“Shit. That doesn’t sound too good.” Giovanni’s grave answer just confirmed my suspicion. My heart just sunk deeper and deeper.From NôvelDrama.Org.

“I know. It sounds like she misses that place, with that vast landscape, in the middle of nowhere.” I was starting to get riled up, just thinking about Lorenzo. “God! I hate him. I just wish I could get a good hit, maybe give him a black eye or something. At least that will make me feel better.”

Giovanni burst into a loud chortle.

“What are you laughing for?” I gave him the stink eye.

And he somehow moved me in such a way that I was now lying beneath him.

“Now that would be a sight to see. My lover punching Lorenzo’s fucking lights out.” He laughed again.

And when he put it like that, I ended up laughing too. Until he started kissing me, sensually nipping at my bottom lip and dragging those kisses to my temple and down to my throat. I was feeling sensitive all over; my eyes went all glazy.

God! I missed this. I missed us, being together like this. It had been so long since he’d given me a good kiss. I loved him so much. Every day he grew sweeter and sweeter. And every day, he surprised me more and more. Like right now.

“You know, I’m a really lucky man,” he said, just giving me little pecks in between talking.

“How so?” I asked, gazing into his beautiful soulful eyes.

“You. I have you.” I kept listening. “You are such an amazing and kind person, Jay. One in a million. You love your family very much. You love your sister very much. Amelia is very lucky to have you. And I’m one lucky fucker to have met and fallen in love with you. I’m glad you’re my lover.”

“I’m glad you are my lover, too.” I grinned back.

“Well,” he announced. “Since we both agree that we’re lucky to have each other, let’s fuck!”

I smiled in approval, and he kissed me again, his fingers already sliding under my shirt, and-

“You’re not wearing a bra?”

“I just had a shower. I don’t have any change of underwear.”

His pupils grew twice the size. “You’re going commando, too?”

“I just said it. I don’t have a change of underwear. I was kidnapped, remember? You just bought me outer clothing.”

“Oh fuck!” He buried his face at my nape and growled, “I’m going to combust. Jay, you’re so fucking hot. You’re going to drive me insane.”

He squeezed my breast, and his face just kept on digging at my neck. He was just kissing, sucking, and licking. He tore my shirt apart, buttons flying off in all direction. My naked breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. And like a panther, he attacked me there, sucking at my nipple, licking at the areola. With his soft lips and sweet murmurs, I was already soft for him.

“Gio!” I rasped out, when the door suddenly flew open.

“Oh, Boss! Jenny!” It was Finnie.

“Gee, Boss. What a sight.” It was Jonny.

“Mmmm.” That was Heath.

“Sorry, Boss! Didn’t mean to see you and Jenny in the action.” And there was Bobby.

I was so startled, I pushed Giovanni off me. He bumped his head on the wooden headboard and swore.

“Fuck! What the fuck?” He fixed his death stare at our intruders, his underlings. He yelled at them like there was no tomorrow. “What the fuck are you all doing here again? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Sorry, Boss. We thought you might want to get ready to go home,” Finnie said.

“Change of plans. Amelia is resting. Give her a couple more hours. Then come back.” Giovanni issued his command. “Now get the fuck out of here,” he finished.

The guys disappeared like a row of ducklings.

“Shit.” Giovanni ruffled his hair and got up. “They just ruined the mood.”

I got up too and straightened my clothes. “I should have locked the door. Anyway, it’s not safe doing it here. We’ll do it at home.”

“That better be a promise, Jay. I will not have a repeat of this. I’m starving. I haven’t had a taste of you for almost two days.”

“Of course.” I pacified him, kissing him on the nose as my way of atoning for the sin of shoving him off earlier. “Tonight?” I suggested.

“Is that a promise?” He eyed me shrewdly.

I gave him my million-dollar smile. “Totally.”