Sold To The Ruthless Mafia King

Sofia's POV

"I heard the boss is on his way to the house now."

"Really?"

"Yes, and I also overheard one of his men telling James that he had a bad day, you know what that means right?."

"Yes I do, we better carry out our duties very well so he would not vent his anger on us, this job is my only hope for survival and I can't afford to lose it"

"Me too, be quick with the cleaning." I overheard two maids talking with fear, well, who wouldn't sound frightened when they knew just who the Mafia king was and how he spared no one sympathy while dealing with them? I for one did not wish to cross paths with him when he is in a good mood, let alone when he is all pissed.

"What's left for you to do?" The voice of the maid drew me back to reality. I almost thought she had been referring to me, had I not turned around abruptly to find out that I was alone on the stairs I was cleaning.

The maids who I had heard their voices were under the staircase and were still speaking with each other.

"Not much, just the spot over here" I heard her respond.

"What are you two doing over there?" I heard a baritone voice ask.

I couldn't turn around for fear of coming eye to eye with the mafia king, I just kept my face straight and focused on my cleaning, while I paid attention to every move that was happening underneath me.

"Nothing," One of the maids answered in shock.

"Then get busy, you are not here to gossip but to work and you better do so before the boss catches you idle" The voice said.

It was then I breathed a sigh of relief as it occurred to me that it was not the boss who had confronted the other maids but one of his men. Nevertheless, I still did not dare to turn around to see who it was.

I finished cleaning the stairs and had thought I would be spared a few minutes to regain my strength when the head of maids asked me to go clean the boss's room.

"M–Ma?" I asked in shock.

"I said you should go take care of the boss's room." She repeated.

"B–But" I stammered, scared that objecting might provoke her.

"Do you have something to say?" she asked me.

I shook my head as I wasn't sure words would form in my mouth if I opened it to speak.

"Good, you better be on your way, make sure you finish up before he returns, or you will have yourself to blame for that." She said and was turning to leave when I spoke up.

"Who is going to assist me?" I asked.

"Assist you, ASSIST YOU you say," she said. The way she responded made me feel I had committed a crime by asking for an assistant.

"Yes ma" I said, not caring that I was shaking inside of me. I was terrified that I would be alone in his room when he returned.

"No one," she said.

"Aw," I said, opening my mouth wide. The house was a mansion and our boss room was the biggest in the house, next to the library. It was huge and before today, it took five maids to clean it up.

"You heard me right. You took forever to clean the stairs while everyone was doing other jobs, so this is your punishment" she said.

Facing the other girls who were in the room, standing in twos watching us, she asked "Or do any of you wish to help her out?"

They shook their heads in the negative.

"Then it is settled, you are taking care of the boss's room alone and you better make it sparkling or you will become food to his beasts tonight." She said and walked away.

I walked to the store room to go get my cleaning materials and as I walked I could hear the whispering of the girls. They were talking about how long it would take me to clean the room and how they had heard the boss was on his way home.

As I picked up the cleaning materials and walked upstairs to the boss's room, I hoped silently that when he returned he would not return to his room, but would instead choose to go to his study or have a conference call with his men or do anything that would not mean us crossing parts.

"Sofia" I heard my name as I climbed the last stairs. I turned back to see Aurora, a fellow maid at the end of the stairs.

"Be quick and careful" she said in more of a whisper than she had called my name.

"I will, thank you," I said in a whisper back.

My name is Sofia and I am 18 years old. I was sent to work for the Mafia King as one of his maids by my dad and stepmother in order to pay a debt owed by my family to the Mafia King, which I hope to pay back in a few months, although I was not aware of exactly how much our family owed the mafia king.

I have no close friends, I wasn't allowed to make or keep friends while living with my parents, and I was too busy anyway assisting with the house chores to have time to spend talking with anyone. Since I arrived at the Mafia king's house a week ago, Aurora has been the only maid who has shown me a little care.

I got to know that the others treated me like they did because I was both new and my faith was not yet decided or made final to them.

Most of them unlike me were there on an employment basis to make money for themselves or their families. Hence, the reason they treated me like an outcast, moreover they were not sure if I had not been sold to the mafia king as his slave.

Well, I'm used to being treated that way because that is the only way I have been treated since my mum passed away when I was only three years old and I have had to endure all manner of treatment from my step-mum and step-sister, who I'm same age as.

Shaking my head off the thought of the maids and my childhood, I walked briskly to the door of the Mafia King's room. The door is an enormous one and I had to drop my cleaning materials so I could open it with both of my hands.

This was the first time I would be going into his room, I have been allowed to clean everywhere but here and his study and I was glad they didn't want me doing that until today when I'm being forced in here to do it alone.

Entering the room, I picked up my cleaning materials, placed them on the floor inside the room and closed the door behind me. The room was more enormous than I had imagined.

It has a king-size bed, spread with brown sheets and a duvet, with fluffy pillows covered in the same colour as the sheets. There is a big carved brown sprayed dresser in the corner with a large mirror. There is a reading desk and a shelf full of books at another end of the room. There are two doors, one leading to the bathroom and another leading to his closet.

I was still daydreaming about how magnificent his room was when I heard his door crack open.

"Hey You," A baritone voice called at me. I froze and could not breathe.

Could that be Him? I wondered.

"Hey You," A baritone voice called at me. I froze and could not breathe.

"I'm talking to you, what are you doing in here?" The voice demanded.

Regaining control of my breath, I turned slowly around to see who it was.

"Hmm, I'm here to clean,'' I said, heaving a sigh of relief on seeing that it was the boss's right-hand man Alessandro and not the boss himself.

"All by yourself?" He asked, shocked by the fact that I was cleaning the room all by myself. The funny part was that I had yet to start cleaning.

"Yes Sir," I said, while nodding so hard that I feared my head would fall off.

"You better do it quickly, because the boss is angry and he will be heading to his room in a few minutes. If I'm you, I will be out before he gets here" He advised and walked out of the room leaving me behind.

Well, the room isn't so messy, all I need to do is lay his bed again, arrange the books on his desk and leave his room quietly before he walks in to see me in it.

I quickly walk to his bed to lay it properly, ensuring that there is no rickle on it. Having laid the bed, I repeated the same procedure with the pillows before proceeding to his desk where his books were arranged.

On another occasion, I would have been drawn to take a seat on his reading chair which looked really comfortable and would have picked a book of my choice from his shelf and gotten myself drowned in it.

I love to read books, be it fiction or nonfiction, anything to take my mind off the current situation around me. Books, especially novels, have become my greatest companion while living in my dad's house. It takes my mind off how I'm being treated, off everything around me and it gives me a world I can only dream of having.

I usually will engross myself into a character and pretend I was the character, especially when it is a book I know has a happy ending. I would end the book by saying 'and Sofia lived happily ever after', although I barely have reason to think that would ever happen.

Picking up the books on his desk, I walked to his shelf and began to push them in one after the other.

I must have been so lost in trying to arrange them chronologically, that I failed to realize that I was no longer the only one in the room.

I felt a hand grab my butt. I can't tell if I was shocked or I was scared, but I know I did jump and in the process let go of the books that were in my hands. I saw the books fall to the ground and did almost fall on my foot.

Then I spurred around to see who had the nerve to grab my butt or rather squeeze it.

I was shocked to see that it was the Mafia king himself. I felt cold immediately and my mind began to wonder what I could do next.

"That is one soft butt, mio caro (my darling)" He said with a broad smile.

I just stared at him, unsure of what to say or how to react. I thought they said he was angry, is he not supposed to send me out of his room? Why was he referring to me then as his darling? I was thinking as I stood there in confusion.

"Come closer, let me feel it again," He said, this made me pissed. I know He is the boss and all but that didn't give him the right to talk to me like I was his paid prostitute.

I said nothing in response, but instead bent down to pick up the books that had fallen on the floor.

"I asked you to come over and you are paying more attention to the books on the floor. Stai bene? (Are you okay?)" He asked me.

I still did not respond for fear of saying the wrong thing and getting him pissed, I stood up with the books in my hand and turned around to put them on the shelf.

Again I felt his hard hand hit my butt. This time I was furious.

"Lasciami essere (let me be)." I had to say it to him in Italian so he would be aware that I understood his Italian and knew what he had said.

"Let you be? Are you being serious?" He asked me.

"Yes" I said boldly but then remembering that I was at his mercy, I added "please".

He laughed sarcastically and looked me straight in the eye and although he was putting on a black shade, I shivered for fear of what he could do to me and what colour his eyes were burning in.

It would have been easier to notice if he was angry had his glasses been taken off his face but it wasn't and I couldn't tell how He was feeling and what harm could befall me.

He started to walk closer to me, and as he moved closer I moved back, I continued to take steps back until my back hit his shelf.

There was no space to run away, I was stuck between him and the shelf. He raised his hand and rested it on the shelf right above my shoulder, making it harder to escape.

Then he walked even closer until I could feel his breath on my forehead and my legs began to feel feeble. His breath was warm and so was the blood inside of me, I was burning up and my heartbeat was rising fast.

"You are mine and I decide what to do with you mio caro (my darling)" He said.

Then He lifted up my chin with his left hand, "And I have decided to have you in my bed for lunch" He said, with a smirk.

Did I just hear him right? Did he just say to me that he wished to have sex with me? I wondered as I stared at him, wondering if I was hearing things.

"Will you have it calmly or with force?" He asked. It became clear that he wanted to have me in his bed.

"Hell no," I said, pushing past him. I guess the anger in me had given me the strength and will to do that because the strength soon faded off, as I fell to the ground.

He rushed at me, "come osi? (how dare you?)" He asked, lifting up his hand to hit me.

"Boss" Alessandro called on him, entering into his room just as he was about to hit me.

"I'm sorry, but your attention is needed," He said, looking at me.

"Hmm" He heaved out a sigh, I could tell he was pissed that I had acted out and even more pissed that Alessandro had interrupted his attempt to discipline me.

"Wait outside," He said in a baritone voice to Alessandro.

We were again alone in the room, and I trembled at the thought of what he might do to me. But one thing was certain, I wanted him to be aware of the fact that I wasn't sent to his house to satisfy his sexual urge but to help in cleaning his house until payment of my father's debt was made.

"What were you saying?" He said to me and this time I could clearly see his anger though his shades were still on.

"That I wasn't sent here to have sex with you" I mumbled.

"Well, in case you don't know. I own you, your body, your will and even your spirit if I wish to have that too. You have no right to refuse me access to your body because I own that, capisci? (do you understand)" He asked me.

I couldn't respond but allowed the tears in my eyes to flow down freely.

He walked out of the room, and a few seconds later, Alessandro entered the room.

"Alzarsi (get up)" He said to me.

I did as he said.

"I tried to warn you, but you have to deal with what comes next on your own," He said.

What comes next, what did he mean? I wondered.

"Come in" Alessandro shouted as I stood waiting for what would happen next.

Two guys came in and they walked to where Alessandro and I were standing.

"Take her to the cell and make sure she isn't given food or water until the boss says so" He instructed them. I was shocked and couldn't say anything as they came closer, one on both of my sides and they dragged me out of the room.

I was taken to a cold dark cell where there was no one else. I had been separated from others who were in the cell. There was neither food nor water for me to take. I just laid on the cold hard floor and wished I wouldn't wake up the following morning to experience an even worse situation.

"Boss, the shipment could not arrive this morning," Enzo said to me.

"Why?" I asked, pissed that I had been waiting for over three hours at our office for the shipment that should have arrived the previous day to do so.

"What's holding it?" I asked.

"I'm not sure boss" He said, as he bowed his head to show he was also disappointed that the goods had not arrived.

The delay in the arrival of the goods was messing with my mood and I wasn't enjoying it. It was worth a lot of money, hundreds of thousands of Euros.

"This is not funny," I said, rising to my feet as I began to pace up and down the room. I wondered what was delaying the arrival of the goods, one thing was certain, I had settled all the customs officers and they had vowed to protect my goods once they crossed the border, which it did two days again, so this delay wasn't even making any sense to me.

"Boss, it will arrive soon. Don't overwork yourself over it" Another of my men said to me.

He was right, but I still couldn't take my mind off the possibility that Matteo Angelo had something to do with it. If he did, he should consider himself dead because I'm in no mood to lose money to his stupid game of revenge.

I resumed my seat and considered what to do next. At that time, I received a phone call from Alessandro, my most trusted man and friend.

"Yes? This better be good, 'cause I'm in a bad mood" I said to him.

"Boss, you have to come home and get ready for your meeting," He said over the phone.

"Okay," I responded and ended the call.

"Guys, let's go" I announced and we all moved to where our cars were parked and headed home.

I walked into the house and observed that it was quieter than usual. Perhaps someone had informed the maids and the men I left at home that I was in a bad mood, and so they had all kept their distance.

"They will be here in ten minutes" Alessandro said as I walked to my room.

"Come get me when they arrive" I responded and waved him away.

I proceeded to my room and was shocked to see that my door wasn't closed. I walked inside furious and ready to unleash my anger on whoever it was that was inside my room and was stupid enough to have left my door ajar.

I walked in to see one of the maids arranging my books on the shelf. I was surprised she had not noticed my presence and was too engrossed in what she was doing.

I looked at her closely and noticed she looked really beautiful.

I felt less angry than I was when I had entered the room, as I watched her concentrate on what she was doing. Maybe exploring her would help silence the roaring lion inside me, her presence alone had done some magic, and I had cause to believe her body would do more. With this, I walked closer to where she was and squeezed her butt.

She was so shocked that she jumped and in the process threw the books with her on the ground. If she was some other maid and I had no interest in her, I was certain I would have chopped off her head for messing with my books.

She turned around and came face to face with me. Her hazel eyes looked as enticing as her body and I would have gotten lost in them had I not remembered who I was.

"That is one soft butt, mio caro (my darling)" I said to her with a broad smile, wanting it to sound like a compliment, but I was shocked she did not react or say a word but just kept staring at me.

"Come closer, let me feel it again," I said, really wanting her to say something.

Instead, she bent down to pick up the books that had fallen on the floor, this made me pissed. I am her boss and the Mafia King and rather than speak to me or tremble at my presence, she is ignoring me. NO ONE IGNORES ME. I'm Lorenzo Carlo, the most powerful Mafia King.

"I asked you to come over and you are paying more attention to the books on the floor. Stai bene? (Are you okay?)" I asked her.

Again, she did not respond but instead, she stood up with the books in her hand and turned around to put them on the shelf.

I was so pissed that I spank her butt.

"Lasciami essere (let me be)." She said in Italian.

"Let you be? Are you being serious?" I asked her, shocked that she dared to speak to me in a manner that was both disrespectful and unbefitting of my status. Who the fuck does she think she is? I wondered.

"Yes," She said with a bold tune that took me by surprise, but quickly added "please" in a pleading tone.

I laughed sarcastically as I knew I had gotten her, I focused my gaze on her face and observed how beautifully carved her face was.

I began to walk closer to her, and as I moved closer she moved back, we continued this motion until her back was against the shelf. I almost at this moment asked where she would run to now, but refrained from doing so.

Instead, I walked even closer to her until her head was a few inches from my throat which made every breath she took, tinkle me as she breathed out. I placed my left palm on the shelf right above her left shoulder and looked down at her face.

"You are mine and I decide what to do with you mio caro (my darling)" I said to her, wanting her to know that She wasn't the boss here but that I was.

With my right palm, I lifted her chin, "And I have decided to have you in my bed for lunch" I said, with a smirk. As I breathed in the fresh aroma from her hair, it scented like fresh flowers.

She said nothing in response. I can't tell if my anger quickened and my urge to have her grew stronger because she was acting tough or because she was ignoring me.

"Will you have it calmly or with force?" I asked, really wanting her to speak up.

"Hell no," She finally said, pushing me aside. I had not expected the push and so I was shocked that she dared to. I observed to see what she would do next but was shocked that she fell to the ground.

So, this is it? I wondered, now pissed that she had dared to break free from my hold on her.

I rushed at her, "come osi? (how dare you?)" I asked and would have given her a slap, had Alessandro not batched into my room.

"Boss" Alessandro called me. Hurray! just another thing to get mad at this afternoon, I thought.

"I'm sorry, but your attention is needed," He said, looking at me.

"Hmm" I breathe out a sigh trying hard to stay calm.

"Wait outside," I said to him.

I turned back to her when Alessandro had exited the room, "What were you saying?" I asked.

"That I wasn't sent here to have sex with you" She mumbled.

Now, she was tearing me up, how dare she talk back at me and tell me what she is and what she is not. "Well, in case you don't know. I own you, your body, your will and even your spirit if I wish to have that too. You have no right to refuse me access to your body because I own that, capisci? (do you understand)" I asked in anger.

She did not respond but her tears flowed freely. She wasn't about to fool me with her tears, she must face punishment for daring to talk back at me.

I walked out of the room, to meet with Alessandro.

"Send the boys to take her to a separate cell, make sure she has neither water nor food sent to her cell, until I ask that she be released, capisci? (do you understand?)" I asked him.

"Yes sir" He responded, as I walked to the conference room.