HAVING THE MAFIA LORD'S TWINS

CLARA'S POV

NEW STAFF LIFE

"IF I'M EVER CAUGHT MEDDLING IN THE GREEN FAMILY AFFAIR OR FEEDING INFORMATION ABOUT THE GREEN FAMILY TO OUTSIDERS, I CONSENT TO DEATH BY HANGING-Signed Clara Davidson."

My hand trembled as I signed the non-disclosure agreement. This signature sealed my fate. I had now sold my soul to the Green family.

I had searched for a job for months. I had lost my very good job exactly seven months ago today. I searched everywhere for every kind of job, but either I had 'UNLUCKY' tattooed on my forehead or the universe just hated me.

"Let me show you to your quarters." A strict-looking old lady dressed in nun uniform said to me.

With her hand tucked in between the pleats of her gown, she led the way, and I followed.

"This is your room, and you'll be sharing it with a certain lass called Pat. She is on duty now and will be back soon." She informed me with a British accent.

I looked around the room. It was bigger and better than those shelter rooms I have shared for the past few months.

"Dinner will be served in the servant hall. Get comfortable; someone will come to get you. You'll be added to the servant roster soon."

I nodded.

She turned around to go.

"Thank you so much, Ma'am. Will I be part of the cleaning or cooking staff?" I asked.

She swiftly turned back around and stared at me with the coldest eyes.

"You are just a servant, Child. You better begin to behave like one. You'll do whatever you are asked. If you're asked to scrub the toilet, you will. Asked to wash the bottom of your masters? Cheerfully do so. Do you hear me?"

Fear gripped me. "Yes ... Yes, I hear you, ma'am."

"This is no Disneyland. You'll find out soon." She finally leaves me alone in the room.

I fell onto the bed tiredly.

***

"You must be Clara." A voice woke me up. I opened my eyes to see the palest and fairest face I've ever seen peering and grinning at me.

I jumped up.

"Whoa, whoa...easy." She raised her hand in surrender.

"Who are you?" I asked her.

"I'm your roommate. My name is Pat Peterson. Nice to meet you."

Her handshake was very firm. Too firm.

Before I could respond to anything she had said, she held my arm and dragged me out of the bed.

"Mm...you're pretty. We'll be good friends."

"W-what?" I'm stunned by her exceptional boldness.

Without taking her eyes off me, she continued perusing me from head to toe. "I'm only friends with pretty girls. Ugly ones don't make the cut."

Wow, she really has no mouth filters. She indeed was pretty, maybe the prettiest girl I had ever seen. So she probably had all the effrontery to speak about people's looks.

But where was the basic human feeling that told you never to call someone fat or ugly?

"Don't you think you're being a little too...?"

She cuts me off once more.

"Time for dinner; we're late, and the old and cranky Madam Choice will have our heads if we stay any longer."

Madam Choice? Was that the old nun that received me earlier on?

Pat whispered into my ear, "In case you're thinking, Yes, she's the retired escort who turned to religion."

I wasn't thinking. But Pat didn't care. She yapped on.

"Word has it that she worked for years at the Green Club, and once she turned a certain age, she took on the cloth. She was a stripper." She whispered too loudly this time that my ears hurt.

The servant hall was much grander than what I imagined a place reserved for servants should look like.

The old lady nodded at me as I walked in. I made a plate for myself and began eating. I studied the surroundings and found it really beautiful. Chatter from various ends of the table constituted one big hushed noise. Everyone seemed to have their cliques.

"This is the only time we can chat as loud as we wish," Pat explained.

I kept eating. I was enjoying the meal; it was a hell of a tasty one.

"Easy there, new girl, so that you don't choke on the food. You eat like a starving pigeon." Someone random said from across the table. Suddenly all eyes were on me, and everyone burst out laughing.

I shamefully wiped off the sauce that trickled down my face.

Madam Choice stood up and clinked her fork on her wine glass. "Quiet everyone!" she ordered, and the hall went silent.

This woman commanded a lot of respect. She held power.

"We have someone new in our midst today, and I'll like it if we all help her in getting settled in."

"Oh, she's settling in well with all that food in front of her," someone muttered, and there was a quick outburst of laughter.

I looked down at my plate. The meal wasn't that much.

"I said quiet!" Madam Choice glared at the lady who made that comment. "You are too clean the servant quarters this night," she ordered.

The lady tried to plead, "Madam Choice, I apologise-I-I"

"No more words from you!" Madam Choice shut her up. "Does anyone else want to join her, or should I continue speaking?"

"Continue speaking, Madam Choice," everyone echoed. Well, everyone but me.

"We all came here lost once upon a time; I expect us to treat new intakes with kindness, seeing as we were once in their shoes and as clueless as they currently are." She looked around as she gave her speech. "This Clara Davidson, she just arrived today, yes. But she's our sister nonetheless. I expect nothing short of fair treatment from all of us for her. Am I clear?"

"Very clear, Madam Choice." Everyone chorused.

Just as Madam Choice sat back down, three men with rifles by their side burst into the hall and whispered something to Madam Choice. She stood up immediately.

"There's been an affair, some soldiers need to be tended to, and the mansion needs to be wiped clean." She said and dished out tasks to everyone. I was the only one without a task.

She squinted her eyes at me.

"You'll tend to the boss," she announced.

Everyone gasped. I gasped louder.

CLARA'S POV

FIRST ENCOUNTER

All eyes were on me. Every staff member in the servant hall had something to say about me.

"Who is she?"

"Why has Madam Choice taken a liking to her?"

The hushed comments were endless.

"Madam Choice, no new staff offers services to the boss-. " A soldier bold enough to face Madam Choice said.

"This one looks like she can. Moreover, I'll supervise her. Station some soldiers around the boss's study so that she knows not to mess up." She simply responded.

The soldier looked like he still had something to say, but the look on Madam Choice's face clearly said, 'Try me and see.'

She placed a rag, some cleaning agents, and other items needed for cleaning in my hands. "Take her to the boss." She ordered the soldier.

I had no option but to follow.

My heart raced rapidly as the footsteps of the soldier slowed down, indicating our nearness to the boss's home office or study, as one may call it.

"Go in." The soldier said.

I tried to go in, but my legs betrayed me and remained planted to the floor.

He placed his hand on his rifle. "Are you deaf or something?"

Fear of being shot at the door overrode my fear of meeting the most popular and most dangerous mafia lord on the first day of arrival at his mansion, and I JUMPED IN.

The air smelt strongly of alcohol, and he was asleep on his gigantic chair. Good! Now if only I can quickly clean him up without waking him up.

Blood was everywhere, the smell so pungent that I felt like puking. Clear evidence of a just-concluded operation.

I cleaned the floor and table of every trace of blood. I wiped his neck and face clean too. His face was as handsome as it seemed in those hood publications. If you lived in this part of the city and you've ever been privileged to see his handsome face, you could be considered lucky.

I have been lucky twice but never this up-close. This man is a pretty man.

"An angel!" I jumped at the exclamation. The mafia lord was awake.

He ran his fingers through my face. "You're an angel, aren't you?" His voice is so slurred.

"I'm only here to clean you up, sir."

I continued wiping him and now had to wipe his chest. I unbuttoned his shirt, and he smiled.

"You're the most beautiful being that has ever existed."

I blushed.

"I've seen my share of beauty, but yours is celestial." He kept the compliments coming, and I blushed harder.

"Your all clean now, sir," I said and moved to the door to get the second rag I came with. His gaze followed me as I moved around. I could feel it like a piercing sword.

"Is there anything else you want, sir?" I asked, ready to take my leave.

He doesn't respond. He only stares intensely at me.

"This will do." I picked out a random shirt from the mini closet in his office and tried to put it on him. He didn't let me; he kept kicking my hand down. "You have the prettiest face and smile. Your smile looks heavenly. You just fell from heaven, and I'm convinced. Would you mind taking my baby back to heaven with you?"

He said all these in the sweetest tone you would ever hear. I was sold, but I tried to turn him down for courtesy's sake.

"You're my boss, sir. Having your baby is not only impossible, but it can also be very bad for both of us." I had gone mad at this point, because why on earth was I entertaining this conversation? Shouldn't I be plotting my escape from here?

I hadn't stayed up for 24 hours in this mansion, and here I was, bargaining on having a baby with the devil.

***

"You did what?" Pat half screamed.

I immediately covered her mouth with my palm. "SHhhhh..." She needed to lower her voice.

"No one needs to know about this, please, Pat."

She nodded in understanding, "Your secret is safe with me. But tell me, what was he like?"

"I can't tell. All I know is that one minute he was making me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, being all caring and loving, and the next minute when I opened my eyes he was gone." I felt that pang of pain hit me again as I recalled and recounted her 'use' I felt when I woke up and found myself naked and lying alone on the cold, hard floor of the mafia don's study.

Our room door burst open; it was a soldier. "Clara, Madam Choice needs your attention."

I quickly followed. Had she noticed my absence in my room? Oh lord, help me!

How much trouble can one person run into in the space of hours?

"Sit down, girl..." She ordered as I walked into her chambers.

She stood up and poured us both a drink. While she was at it, I took the time to admire her chambers. It was beautiful and really big. It was a room fit for a queen.

"You child, smell like you love mischief."

"No, I don't, Madam Choice."

"Tut, tut, tut." She tutted.

"How long did it take you to wipe the Don and his office clean?" She smiled at me.

I was scared at this point. She was up to something.

"H-hours...It took me hours, ma'am."

She tilted her head to the side and sipped more wine. "And approximately how many hours did it take?"

Oh, she was clearly setting up a trap.

"I didn't think to count the hours, ma'am." I answered.

She smirked. I looked at my feet and twiddled my thumbs in anticipation of her next question.

"I will ask you one last question, and I need the truth only."

I took a deep breath.

"Did he force you to spend the night with him, or did you willingly do it?"

I burst into tears.

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!