Betrothed To The Ruthless Mafia
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Chapter 6 6

Sergio stood in front of the window with his left hand tucked inside his trouser pocket and his right, holding a cigar between his thumb and forefinger. His clothes were arranged and his shirt was neatly tucked inside his trouser. One would think nothing happened a while ago.

Alfonso bowed as he walked into the room, stealing a glance at Rosana who laid on the cold floor looking lifeless. She should've listened. But she didn't. Was she still alive?

"Take her away." Sergio started, taking a long drag from his cigar. "If she is dead, bury her. I do not want any corpse lying around"

"Yes, Boss. Should I send for the Mistress?" He didn't respond, but Alfonso knew the response. "One more thing, Boss, a maid is here to see you. She says she has something important to tell you."

When he remained quiet, Alfonso continued.

"We tried to send her away but she is strong-willed. She would not go and pleads to have a word with you. She is the maid you assigned to look after your wife"

Sergio was quiet but finally, he responded. "Send her in"

Alfonso bowed and walked over to Rosana. He carefully placed an arm under her legs, the other at her back, and effortlessly carried her over his shoulder. When he walked outside, he paused in front of Viola who was still kneeling and patiently waiting to be called in.

She was determined to see Sergio no matter what. Even if it meant kneeling all day and night. Maybe he was going to have her head, she didn't know but she had to report herself first.

"Go in"

Her heart slammed so hard on her chest and sizzles ran down her spine on hearing that. Her hands began shaking but she fisted it at once and gulped. He finally agreed to see her, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut.

"He will have your head if you keep him waiting," Alfonso added and walked away.

Viola immediately stood to her feet and walked towards the door. Her heart was pounding crazily in her chest and her stomach wouldn't stop flipping either. She was scared. Scratch that, she was terrified.

She was not only walking in to meet the most dangerous and ruthless man alive, but she was also going in to seal her fate.

With trembling hands, she opened the door and walked into the room. Even with his back facing her, tension and fear coiled within her like a snake, ready to strike.

Sergio was the Lord of the biggest Italian Mafia and the King of the crime family. He was known as the godfather of sin who had absolute control over everyone and was greatly respected for his strategies. He was also feared for his cunning, and ruthless nature, especially when it had to do with causing pain and taking people's lives.

Viola got to the middle of the room and fell to her knees. She didn't know where to start or how to but she knew she had to say something.

"I am Viola, the maid you assigned to take care of your wife." She paused and took a deep breath. "I am here to report what happened on your wedding night"

The moment Sergio turned from the window and looked at her, her heart jumped into her throat. She couldn't help trembling. Her ability to breathe was stagnating and she was going to pass out if he didn't kill her first.

"After having dinner, I allowed her to follow me out of the room. And then... She... She came across you and the Mistress. Before I could call her back, she had seen it all."

After the wedding night, Viola had been so restless and scared. She had been trying to meet Sergio and report herself but she was always sent away or informed that he wasn't available.

Now that she finally got a chance to meet with him, she didn't care if she got killed. It was best she turned herself in than let him find out by himself or from someone else.

"When she asked who she was, I... I could not lie. I told her the truth... That you had a Mistress"

Minutes passed and she didn't get anything from Sergio. He was quiet and kept smoking from his cigar which only made her feel worse. His silence always spoke volumes and was worse than death.

His silence always brought fear upon people, including the authorities. No one could ever read his mind and no one could ever predict him or his next moves.

"Please, kill me" She begged as tears slipped down her cheeks. Either way, she knew he was going to kill her. "Please..."

"Give me a reason why I should kill you"

Her breath ceased but she managed to respond in a raspy voice, laced with fear. "I led her out..."

"She is my wife, not a prisoner." He started walking towards her and she panicked. "And she ought to have known. You did well"

Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the floor in disbelief. Did he just compliment her? Does this mean he was not going to kill her?

"Now, I have another job for you"

[FIVE HOURS LATER]

Rosana stirred on the bed and finally woke up. She stared at the ceiling, trying to remember what happened before she passed out. Even without remembering, she felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks.

She had gone to Sergio to inform him that she was tired of being kept in the dark. That she was tired of being with him and that she wanted out. She wanted to leave. She wanted to return to her Allen.

It was going to be a simple talk but...

"Thank goodness, you are awake My Lady!" Viola beamed. She had been silently praying for her to wake up.

After learning about the ordeal she had with Sergio, she decided to rush over and take care of her. Luckily, she was still breathing but it was difficult and painful. She had started burning a fever too.

"Viola... You are here!"

"Yes, My Lady"

"Why did you stop coming to... To stay with me?" Rosana asked as more tears rolled down her cheeks. Her voice was silently low.

A sense of guilt picked up on Viola as she opened her mouth to respond. "I am sorry, My Lady. I was just scared for my life"

"He was going to kill me. He... He..." She paused and drew in air. "Allen never... He never..."

Her jaw ached from how Sergio had stretched it, and her throat hurt. No, it burned.

"It is okay, My Lady, everything will be alright" Viola felt so much pity for the young lady. The least she could do was comfort her. "It just needs time"

*****

Vicenta sat in her bathtub laughing heartily as the maids made her body. She was excited for so many reasons and one was because Rosana had failed to satisfy Sergio. After he had ordered her to leave, she had waited in a corner, just to see what would happen next. And as expected, Alfonso walked out a few moments later, carrying an unconscious intruder in his arms.

After taking her bath, she oiled her body, put on her makeup, and wore one of her sexiest black lingeries underneath a black coat. She headed out of the room, ready to carry out the only job she was good at. To please her Master.

As she kept walking, she came across Munika and smiled. "Mammà!"

"Do not call me that, I warned you to stop" Munika replied with an eye roll. Unaffected by her demeanor, Vicenta hugged her, silently rolling her eyes behind her.

"I wish I could stop." She pulled away from the embrace and faked a smile. "How have you been, Mammà?"

"It is none of your business, Vicenta. And by the way, where are you going?"

"Oh, that," She smiled. "I am going to meet the Don"

"He has a wife now!"

"Of which I know you are not in support of, Mammà" Vicenta whispered and watched her expression drop. She smiled inwardly.

"And you failed! Maybe if you did as asked, he would not have gone to collect that girl"

Vicenta bit her lower lips and stepped closer to her. She then took her hands and held them in hers. "I am never going to stop trying, Mammà. I give you my word"

"I only supported you because that girl was never in the picture. But now..."

"It does not matter, Mammà. I tried all these years and I am not backing down now no matter what"

Munika grabbed her by the arm and pulled her closer. Then she whispered into her ears. "Try harder but be careful. Remember, my son can never be manipulated"

Those words alone caused shivers of trepidation along her spine, nailing the tremors to her limbs.

            
            

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