The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

This was wrong. So fucking wrong. Not one hour had passed and Giovanni wanted to retract every single word he’d said about wanting more people to live in the house. And when he said more people, he only meant one additional person. Amelia.

There was nothing wrong with Amelia, per se. It was Jay. She was making a big fucking fuss about everything. And the first fuss was staying in the hospital together.

As soon as they had descended out of the car a few hours back, both him and Amelia ended up with a thorough examination, courtesy of his lover who had initiated the whole thing, since she just wouldn’t shut up about how he’d gone through a big fight and needed to be checked for any damage.

Come on! It wasn’t like he was on death’s door. It was just a few fucking bruises. Big deal. But he could never win against her verbal battle and just one look at her sad face sealed his fate. He just couldn’t deal with that sad bunny-eyes look she gave off whenever she wanted to win something. So be it.

And now, not a few hours after that, he found himself deposited in a room only a few doors down from Amelia. And quite frankly he was pissed. Pissed and fucking exhausted.

It was a long day. From arriving in Chicago early in the morning to driving to Lorenzo’s residence out in the middle of nowhere, to having their fistfight late in the evening. And now here they all are, in the hospital, well into the middle of the night. Giovanni just wanted to shut his eyes for a few seconds so he could rest, but sitting here in the hospital bed, watching his lover running between the two rooms like a headless chicken had him wide awake.

What was she doing? It was well past midnight, and her sister might have already fallen asleep. His underlings had already gone back to their hotel.

But there was no use telling her that. His lover was one headstrong girl. Even when he adamantly and specifically stated that he wished to fucking go home after the hospital checkup, his underlings, and Jay, being the leader of the clan, had stamped her foot down and told him to stay for at least one night.

“Jay, stop fussing around and come here. It’s late,” he said, ushering her over.

“But, Gio. I think you need an extra pillow.” She was already at the closet, pulling out the extra pillow and tugging it under her arm.

“What I need is to fuck you so I can get some sleep.”

“You can’t tonight.”

“Why the hell not? After what I’ve done today, I think I deserve some prize from you.”

“We are in the hospital. Maybe when we get home?”

Giovanni roughly combed his hair in exhaustion. She was right. He wasn’t thinking straight. He just needed the sleep.

“Fine. Whatever. Just come here. I need my body pillow.” And when he said body pillow, he meant her. Because he knew now he couldn’t sleep without her next to him.

Jay nodded her head. “Okay. I’ll go wash up then come over.”

Giovanni waited. He looked around the room and was glad that Dawson had provided him with a bedroom suite with a queen-size bed to say the least. Just perfect for Jay to settle up close beside him tonight.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Giovanni didn’t have to wait long. After fifteen minutes, his lover emerged out of the shower in a pair of silk pajamas he’d bought for her. She quickly slid under the blanket and right into his arms, burying her face at the crook of his neck. Blissful. This was his body pillow.

She murmured some nonsensical thing which just made him smile like a fucking idiot. “Does it hurt a lot, Gio? Are you in pain?”

Giovanni chuckled. Jay watched him with that confused expression on her face. He kissed the scowl away and cuddled her close. “If it’s gonna take this much injury for you to pay attention to me, I’ll happily get punched any time of the day.”

“You don’t need to get punched for me to pay attention to you. I’ll always pay attention to you.”

She lay in his arms, and they quietly listened to each other breathing, the silence their companion. When he almost drifted off to sleep, he heard a soft whisper beside his ear. “Thank you, Gio. You were so brave tonight. Thank you for saving Amelia.”

They laced their fingers together, and Giovanni fell into a deep comfortable sleep, with a soft happy smile on his face. Until he woke up the next morning with the face of a sour lemon.

“Wholly fuck!” he swore, almost jumping out of his skin, when the first thing he saw upon waking was Bobby’s shaved head and his big round nose, all displayed right in his face. “I was having such a sweet dream until I saw your ugly mug. What the fuck are you doing here early in the morning? And where is Jay?”

“She’s gone to her sister’s room.”

Hmmm. His mind drifted to Amelia. He wondered how she would cope living with them. He, himself, was also a mafia. He just hoped Jay could help heal her sister.

If it’s one thing he knew about being a mafia, it was that they’re bloody good at fucking people up. And with just one look at Amelia, he knew Lorenzo had fucked her up badly.