Chapter 3 PAT'S MOTIVE

PAT'S POV

Clara was still with madam choice. I'm sure she would be wondering who sold her out . Very funny how easily she trusted me.

My mind wandered through my past and how I began working in the Green mansion. Anyone who knows my past will surely be hesitant to trust me.

"Hey" , a hand tapped my shoulder.

"Oh hey, you're back, Where's Clara? Is she still with madam choice?. How did it go with Madam Choice?" I asked.

"It went well. Or almost well." Gretchen said .

Gretchen was the first friend I made when I came to the Green mansion. She was more like my minion, ready to do all my bidding.

I had sent her to go eavesdrop on the conversation between Clara and Madam Choice.

"So, Madam Choice isn't kicking her out?" I asked, almost disappointed.

"I mean, she has her suspicions because of the information we gave her but Clara was able to scale her way through her numerous questions. So no, she isn't kicking Clara out" Gretchen explained.

I smiled. I was fully disappointed now. I needed this Clara girl out of my way so that I can carry out my laid out plans smoothly.

"Enough about Madam Choice, I do not want to talk about that. What's wrong? What's going on? You seemed lost and didn't even notice when I came in." She asked worriedly. She must have noticed my distant expression.

"Nothing...I was just thinking about my past and childhood." I replied, my eyes gazing into the distance.

"What about your past? She probed gently.

I took a deep breath, "Growing up, my father was a bookkeeper for a mafia family. My father was a mafia man. We lived in the boys' quarters and I'd often sneak out to play with Natasha, the Don's daughter. I had a very interesting childhood."

Gretchen's eye opened in surprise, "you grew up in the mafia? And you were friends with your Don's daughter?"

I nodded, and give a slight chuckle. "Yeah, we were practically inseparable, but that did not take away my awareness of the differences between our lives. Natasha lived in a mansion as a princess while I was stuck in a tiny rodent-infested cubicle with my alcoholic father."

"Oh my goodness, that must have been tough, " Gretchen empathized.

I smiled bitterly.

Recalling these memories made me realize how fast I needed to execute my plan"I knew I had to get out of that life. So I plotted my escape and changed my identity. And that's I became Pat."

Gretchen's eyes widened "oh you're so cool. Eloping? So cool!" she looked at me in admiration.

"My plan was and is to become the Don's wife." I announced.

"But you've not met the Don. Yet." Her eyes sparkled.

"I've seen him from afar and I know he is my ticket out of poverty. But then Clara showed up and everything got complicated." My gaze turned icy.

"And that's where I need your help. I will continue to pretend like I am her friend and you'll help me in manipulating her until she leaves this mansion" I said

"Count me in" Gretchen was enthusiastic. She really would do anything I asked her to.

"Don't worry, once I become the Don's wife, you'll no longer be a mere maid" I said to her.

"I'll count on it" she smiled a little bit too widely.

***

"Pat! Thank goodness I found you, everyone seems to be so busy or no where to be found." Madam Choice said as she approached me.

"Can you help me out with drinks?" She continued.

I was confused, "I should get you drinks?" I asked.

"No, no, no...don't mind my incoherent sentences. The Don received some unexpected visitors from a really small mafia familia. We need to entertain them" she said.

"Okay. We need drinks and food? Should I inform Mrs Georgina?" I asked

"Mrs Georgina seems to be missing or out for her personal business like every other member of staff is today. So much for having a chef but never having cooked food." She muttered.

"Alright Alright, let me take the drinks in first and then you can sort out the meal problems." I said and stepped into the Don's conference room.

Antonio sat at the head of the table looking all handsome, regaling and authoritative. This man knew how to control a room.

"Ughh...finally some drinks," someone said as I served the drinks.

"Mmm:..this one looks like a good time, Don maybe you should give me permission to bend this one over some other time" one ugly and fat man with receding hairline and a pot belly said.

Antonio chuckled, "maids are maids. Whores are whores. I don't pimp out maids except they indicate interest by themselves." He said.

"Don't form to be too holy, I'm also a Don, these things can be done." He slapped my ass.

"Stop it." He ordered. "You come this way" he signaled me to come to his chair.

"Yes Don?" I answered.

"Ask Madam choice why food hasn't been served up until now?" He whispered in my ear.

"There's a problem with the chef but she's fixing it." I answered.

"Good. Go tell her to hurry up. Get out of here, we've got more things to talk about and we need our privacy." He dismissed me.

I hurriedly left the conference room but with a red face. I was blushing too hard.

Why did watching Antonio stand up for me to that pervert make my heart flutter so much?

And why did his authoritative tone even down to when he dismissed me turn me on?

"This is just the first contact, Antonio. Get ready fro see me more." I muttered to myself as I lifted my skirt a little bit higher.

If I had to seduce Antonio, surely my body should be irresistible. I pulled the dress higher again and sayshayed my way to the kitchen.

I needed to find Madam choice and Mrs Georgina.

"Hey, Madam choice said I should join you to serve the meal in the conference room." A voice said from behind.

I jumped.

"Clara would you stop sneaking up on people like that?" I asked.

"As for the serving, the Don said only me should serve. More than one person moving around will cause distraction." I lied.

"Oh..."

"Yea." I answered the unsaid question.

Not on my watch would she meet the Don twice in such little time frame when he can easily identify her.

I needed to get rid of CLARA DAVIDSON!