Maid for the Mafia Boss

Sitting at the very corner of the room, hugging my knees, it felt like I couldn’t breathe even though there’s a window here.

All I could see was the four corners of the room.

It’s the second day that I’ve been locked up in here and I couldn’t seen to feel comfortable at all. I feel so suffocated in this place. I can’t help but overthink how was Brylle. I wanted to see him, he might be harmed.

I don’t wanna be in this room anymore. Add up the dark atmosphere trapped in here. There’s not a single light switch here and the window was the only source of light.

I don’t like it in here… the dreams I had yesterday are coming back to me. I closed my eyes and sighed.

I looked up as I heard the door opening. It’s probably my meals. The guards can only bring me food and they don’t have the authority to let me out. There’s a comfort room in here so that’s not a problem.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I ignored whoever placed the tray on the desk of the room. My instinct told me he’s coming closer towards me.

“Nassandra,” I gazed upon the familiar voice of a man.

“Zeke,” I furrowed my eyebrows as I find myself reaching for his hand.

“Zeke, please, get me out of this room.” I plead. I can’t stand a minute in this room anymore. I’m feeling so anxious. I don’t want to repeat what happened in the past.

His face became serious as he stared at me with those cold eyes.

“You can’t, Kei hasn’t decided yet.” This made me clench my fists. Yesterday that Andrew came here to visit me to ask certain things about my life. Such as my name, age, when I started working as a maid and a lot more rubbish.

I told him about the mysterious figure I saw before finding manang. What’s irritating is that he’s even more annoying than Zeke himself.

Why is he even mad at me? I didn’t do anything wrong. And why would he keep me locked in this room?!

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“Do you know what happens when someone who is not part of the mafia knows about us?” I was confused at his question. He’s been talking with me absolutely expressionless.

“W-What?” I tried to politely reply despite the anger raging inside.

“Almost every one of those who knew either run to the police or to our enemy.” He took a step closer to and held my cheeks.

“Which one are you?” I furrowed my eyebrows at his question. What the?! Does he think I’m the kind who would tattle on him?

“I am not going to tell anyone, maître. I am just here to work. I will not interfere with your business anymore.” He stood up and walked towards the door.

“Oh yeah?” I can’t help but feel annoyed at his tone. Why can’t he just believe me?

“Do you know what happens to those who run.” I kept quiet. He turned to me and gestured a gun at my head.

He left the room angrily and I didn’t do anything.

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Remembering our confrontation suddenly brought back the rage I felt for him.

“Zeke! I will never tell anyone. You know that I’m aware about you guys being a mafia. I didn’t said a word to others, right?” His expression softened.

“But it’s our protocol, Nassandra. Unless we are sure that the knowledgeable wouldn’t do it, we cannot let them go.” I suddenly cried at his words. I tightened my grip on his hand.

“Please, Zeke. I don’t like it this room. I can’t stay here. How about Brylle?” I pulled my hair out of frustration. I don’t want the past to happen again. I know I’m so out of myself.

Zeke held my hand to avoid them from my hair.

“Nassandra, Brylle is fine. I’ll make sure he is fine. Just stay here, okay?” I shook my head.

“No, Zeke. Please help me. I can’t.”

I can’t do anything…

He stood up and looked at me one last time before leaving the room. I just kept on crying. Being in this room makes me remember everything….

I’m getting crazy. Yeah, I’m literally going nuts. This room feels so small all of the sudden. I feel like I can’t stand up with such little space.

I kept thinking of Brylle. What happened in the past wouldn’t happen again, right? Zeke said he’ll be the one to handle Brylle.

I may not be doing anything physically but I kept catching my breathe. Okay, I am really going insane.

Add up the occasional flashbacks that I kept trying to forget, isn’t really helping.

I turned to the guard who had just entered the room. He studied my situation and looked puzzled as to why I was looking at him in such way. He placed the tray on the desk and turned his back on me.

I took the opportunity to run into him and kicked him on the rib part that would cause him pain on the lungs so he would struggle to breathe. He looked back at me with a glare as he was about to come back through me. But I immediately punched his face which made him drop on the ground.

My eyes widened as I sprinted my way out of the room. The guards were frozen on the spot upon seeing my escape but they didn’t dare to move a muscle.

I went directly to the part where Andrew brought me leading to that room.

“Hey!” I heard a guard shouting at me as he prepared his gun while running after me. His colleagues did the same. I just kept on running, like I used to do.

“Don’t shoot!” I heard a familiar voice said. I ignored whoever it was and continued on running.

“Pat!” I heard the voice of an old man calling out to me. I turned around and saw my grandfather’s men chasing after me. This made me rush away from his home faster than I ever did.

Someone shoot a gun to which I successfully avoided. The other men followed suit.

I prepared the gun I was holding and pointed it to the person following me. As he stumbled down to the ground, I did the same to the others.

I continued to run and run until I reached an end of a cliff. At the bottom was a deep blue sea. I turned around and saw that there are still a lot of men chasing after me.

I am scared that they might catch me and bring me back to that old man’s place. A tear fell from my eye before I jumped off that high cliff.

Feeling the cold water right on my skin, I opened my eyes no matter how painful it felt and dive into the under part of the sea.

That’s where bullets started rolling in from my grandfather’s men.

I went to a large rock under the sea and hid.

For a moment there, I’d rather die than go back to that place.

My eyes widened upon realizing I was in front of the mansion’s olympic pool. Observing the water, I estimated this is really deep.

I turned around and saw the guards are still after me. I took a deep breath before jumping on the pool.

Without thinking, I directly swam toward the pool’s floor. With my eyes wide open, I sat at the very corner of the tiled floor. Not bothering to hide, I just wish they wouldn’t get me here.

A few seconds have passed and no one has bothered to jump in to get me. I can only hear the water flowing which made me feel everything’s quiet and peaceful. I smiled as I closed my eyes even though I was running out of oxygen.

I opened my eyes as I felt someone’s arms wrapped around my waist as it carried the both of us up to the pool.

Letting out a breathe, I finally got to feel fresh air. This made me look at the person who dived in to get me. It was Andrew.

I screamed as I swam out of the pool.

Feeling the texture of land on my feet, I just kept running no matter how weak my legs are feeling. Not looking around my surroundings, I just wished to get out of here.

I suddenly tripped but I clumsily managed to stand up and walk, hoping I could walk faster than I am doing right now.

Someone pulled me down to the ground and a man went on top of me. My eyes found themselves looking at Andrew who’s got his eyebrows creased. Out of fear, I quickly pushed him with all my strength so it was me on top of him.

I stood up again and started taking steps, but before I could make my distance, someone pulled me on the ground again which made me crash on to his lap.

I tried punching him with all my might but he seems not to be affected a bit. He gripped on both of my hands which made me turn to him.

His clothes are wet, so does his hair and whole body.

He pressed my head towards his chest which made my eyes widened.

“It’s alright. No one’s chasing you. You are safe.” I feel comfortable in his arms. Why??? Why do I feel like I wanted to believe his words? Why is my heart rate getting crazy all of a sudden?

While my head was on his chest, I couldn’t held back the tears any longer so I weeped.

I just kept crying and crying while he traces my wet hair.

“It’s okay.” I just continued to bawl my eyes out. I’m such a pathetic crybaby loser that all she can do was just to cry.