Chapter 6 THE RIGHT HAND MAN

Amelia's POV

When I came out of his study, I walked right into his right hand man.

I was expecting him to walk past me but he stood in my way and had his hands crossed before him.

"Here. Sire says you are to have this" He said and he pushed a paper to my face.

I collected it and heard him say some words in a grumbling tone which I heard clearly. "You look prettier when you smile"

I looked up to his face and a small sad smile broke on my face.

"Thank you" I said genuinely.

He possessed softer facial features and everything about him was quite approachable. You could still feel the underlying danger that lurked around him but somehow you could still feel a shade of warmth from him.

"Alright, get going to your room... fighter" He said.

I took a step forward before I realized that I had no idea where my room was.

"I actually have no idea where that is, sir" I said.

"Alright, I'll take you there. You don't get to call me sir...because we have only one Sire around here..." He said pointing towards Massimo's door and I rolled my eyes.

He smiled at my action, "Just call me Angelo"

"Alright Angelo"

As I walked with Angelo, I was able to take a proper look at my surroundings and I was secretly in awe.

The hallway we walked in has to be the widest and longest breadth and length of a hallway I have ever seen.

We seemed to walk for a while, passing doors and beautiful paintings and art collections on the wall.

I wanted to admire the paintings but I couldn't afford to offend Angelo. Even though he seemed nice, he is still in the mafia and they are not really known for being patient.

I counted the doors we passed before Angelo stopped before a door. The door was taller than the other doors and it was coated in dark brown paint and just like the door of the study, it also had a dragon engraving on it.

But this was huge...

The head of the dragon was drawn at the topmost part of the door while the rest of its body filled the spaces of the door before stopping at the foot of the door.

The eyes of the dragon had shiny silver eyes that popped from the engraving.

It was beautiful and scary. The knob of the door also had that shiny silver coating.

"Is this my room?" I asked.

"Nope.." Angelo answered, popping the 'p'.

"This is Sire's room and yours is that one" Angelo said pointing to the one next to it.

It was a regular door, just like the others.

"Why...why is my room close to his?"

"I ..I thought you already knew. You are to serve only Sire and..." Angelo answered but I interrupted him.

"But still, it doesn't mean my room should be close to his" I answered, already feeling agitated, my brain thinking up demands and scary things he might want me to do.

The idea of sharing a wall with him irked me and made me feel like pulling out all my hair.

'Arggh!'

"Tell me just so I can get a heads up and act accordingly.

What happened to his last personal maid?" I asked curiosity, eating me up.

"He has never had any. You are his first Amelia. The only person he has had close to that is Nanny Freya but she is like a mother to us all. She would also guide you more on the do's and don'ts of serving the Don.

I need to get going now. Make sure you rest well" Angelo said and he turned to get going.

"You too" I said, my voice filled with gratitude. I thought I was going to be faced with grudging and angry men all day and I'm so grateful I found someone that isn't exactly always grumpy looking.

Men of the Marciano Mafia family are brash, impatient, always mostly angry and quick to act and I thought it was because of their line of job. I also felt that all others in the mafia are like that but Angelo seems to defy that theory.

I was about to turn when Angelo said..."And your curtain will be changed tomorrow...",

"With a stronger one" he mouthed.

I smiled.

'Was that him trying to encourage me to try running away again? I knew it wasn't, because there is no hiding from a monster like Don Massimo. He would only find me again and again.

I could not believe that for the past seven years, he has been watching me. Not only is he a monster...he is also a stalker...a goddamn creep'

As I was about to enter the room that was slated to be mine from now on, I found a key in the keyhole.

I felt dumb.

I had locked the door from inside with the thought that no one would be able to get to me while I executed my escape plan. When in reality, the door could have been easily opened.

My room was better than the one I occupied in the Marciano Manor.

It had a queen sized bed, a mini walk in closet, a small fridge, the type of television my sister and her husband had in their room- it is large - a bigger bathroom that had a small tub and a bigger toilet.

The bathroom had the skin care products I use and even had more things I knew nothing about from the brand.

I wonder how they found out what I use.

I opened the fridge with the thought that it was empty and was only kept there for show but my mouth watered when I saw the content.

It was stacked and packed with my favourite chocolates, my favourite drinks and beverages and my favourite snacks.

This has to be some kind of dream!

I went into the mini walk in closet and the different rack of clothes and shoes had my jaw dropping.

At this point, I began to think Angelo had made a mistake and had directed me to the wrong room...

That was until I saw a particular rack and hanging from this rack were maid uniforms - all in black and white.

'Oh yes...I'm in the right room!'