Page 12 of Mafia And Maid
Marco narrows his eyes at me. “Then why the hell has she just run out on us after looking at you like you’re the devil?”
“It’ll be the goddamn mess in that pigsty that he calls his bedroom,” Alessio drawls as he sits back in his chair across from the desk.
“For fuck’s sake,” Marco snaps.
“It isn’tthatbad,” I defend.
Alessio looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “It’s like a warzone in there. I don’t know how you can even tolerate it.”
“Just because it’s not like your bedroom doesn’t mean that it’s a warzone,” I huff, my arms crossed over my chest as I glare at my brothers from where I lean against the bookshelf in the office.
Marco’s hands rest across his desk, and his expression tells me that I’m in for a good chewing out if I don’t play my cards right.
“Dealing with your room on a daily basis warrants hazard pay,” Alessio clips.
“We can’t all be obsessive neat freaks like you, dickfa—”
“Enough,” Marco growls. “She quit this morning because ofyourroom, Millo. That makes ityourproblem to fix.”
“I hardly think that’s why—”
But his icy stare makes me snap my mouth shut. This is an order, not a suggestion.
“We have other things to be doing,” I start cautiously, hoping he’ll realize there’s a better use of my time. Things I need to be doing to ensure operations run smoothly. We each have a job to do—Marco as capo, Alessio as consigliere, and me as enforcer. And me ensuring thatothers are kept in line means that my brothers have the time to do what they do best: lead.
“Alessio and I will handle the business side. You fix the problem you created. It’s not up for discussion. You have forty-eight hours.”
“You want me to find someone within two days? You’ve got to be kidding me…”
“That’s more than enough time to vet and hire someone. I’m sick of this place looking like a complete mess.”
“Yeah, it’s disrupting my zen,” Alessio adds, probably just to annoy me. “And as we’ve no maid now, that means you’re cooking dinner tonight. And make sure it’s got some vegetables.”
Alessio’s so fucking fussy. I shoot him a dark look before turning back to Marco. “Marco, come on…”
“What part did you not understand? Get the fuck out there, and fix the issue.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and nod. It isn’t worth it to argue. The moment he leveled that deadly stare at me, I was done. This is my job for now, whether I want it or not. “Fine,” I growl. I turn and leave his office, the door banging shut with a hollow thud behind me.
Two days. I can find someone in two days...
Making a pit stop at my room, I let my gaze move around the place. It’s not so bad, but maybe it might be a good idea to tidy up a bit later. Then, grabbing my gym bag, I jog down the stairs.
Between the time it’s taken to stretch and run the property as a warmup, I’ve called countless agencies and maid services.How can none of them have a single maid available?
The moment I mentioned our last name, each conversation halted with profuse apologies and the offer to put us on a waitlist until someone meeting our needs comes up. It’s a bunch of fucking lies.
The last agency I’d spoken with laughed at me.Actually laughed at me.
No, that’s a fucking understatement. The woman cackled a sound of extreme hilarity, and she didn’t stop for the next thirty seconds, finally catching enough breath to explain to me that none of the maids who were open for work would ever consider taking the job. The Marchianos have a reputation: hired one day and fired the next.
We’re notthat bad; we simply have requirements—and no one seems to meet them. I shake my head. Marco is going to fucking kill me.
I growl in frustration before tossing my phone back into my bag and focusing on something I can control. Something that never fails to keep me grounded.
I’m in the gym we have in our mansion. The comfortingthud, thud, thudof my wrapped knuckles against the canvas punching bag eases the tension riding my shoulders. Again and again, I jab at the bag before pulling my shirt from my head. A brief glimpse of the ink that decorates my arms and back catches my eye: an outward expression of the demon inside me.
Unlovable.