The Mafia Maid

Isabella POV:

"Isabella?" I heard my boyfriend Mike calling my name.

I felt my heart drop slightly from his tone.

It was gentle, too gentle and Mike was always angry.

Standing up on my feet, I tried to see if he brought someone else with him.

When I saw only his head, a little breath left my lips before tilting my head down.

"Come here, sweetie." He said.

I found myself nodding my head, I didn't want any beating, I'm still healing from the old ones.

I hate when he beats me, I hate when he insults me and makes me feel small.

We have been in a relationship for 2 years and in those 2 years was only beating and apologizing for what he did, then beating again.

The same routine over and over again.

As I walked towards Mike, memories of our tumultuous relationship flooded my mind.

The scars, both physical and emotional, served as a constant reminder of the toxic cycle we couldn't escape.

"Isabella, you know I care about you, right?" Mike's words contradicted the cruelty she had grown accustomed to. The sudden tenderness only fueled her confusion.

Nodding silently, I hesitated, wondering if this was just another twist in the unpredictable narrative of our connection. The fear of the unknown loomed large as I braced myself for whatever lay ahead, hoping against hope for a chance at genuine change.

Mike reached out, his touch sending shivers down my spine. Instinctively, I flinched, bracing for impact. Instead, his hand gently cupped my face, a stark contrast to the violence etched in my memory.

"I've been thinking, Isabella. Maybe we can break this cycle, start anew," he murmured.

I looked up at him, trying to read him.

I can't believe these lies anymore, this would be the 18th time he has said this.

"Answer me, Isabel." He said.

My heart beat faster at the tone again.

What kind of man Is this?

"ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF?" He yelled.

Immediately I closed my eyes waiting for the hit.

But nothing came.

Opening my eyes slowly, I looked at him with one eye open.

"Just, just get food ready when I'm back." He said with a chuckle then walked away.

I looked at him from behind as he walked out of the house.

A breath left my lips as I looked around.

Is this a dream?

I thought before shaking my head.

As I gathered my thoughts, the silence in the room felt heavy.

The familiar sounds of his anger were replaced by an eerie quiet that unsettled me.

With cautious steps, I moved towards the kitchen, still processing the surreal encounter.

Preparing the food, my mind raced, replaying the countless times Mike had promised change only for history to repeat itself.

The cycle of abuse had carved deep scars, both visible and hidden, and the scepticism within me fought against the glimmer of hope.

As the aroma of the meal filled the air, I couldn't shake the question echoing in my mind: Was this a genuine turning point or just another deceptive calm before the storm?

I glanced at the door, half-expecting Mike's return to bring back the harsh reality I had grown accustomed to.

The minutes stretched into an uneasy anticipation as I finished preparing the meal.

The sound of the front door opening startled me, and I tensed, bracing for what might come next.

As Mike walked in, his expression seemed different – a strange mix of nonchalance and something I couldn't quite decipher.

He sat down without a word, and a heavy silence settled between us. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and I found myself cautiously watching his every move.

"WHAT?" He snapped looking at me.

I jumped slightly at his tone before looking back at the ground.

"Have you got a job, Isabella?" He asked.

I looked up, my eyes wide out.

I forgot about this discussion.

"Well?" He asked.

"Uhm, I uhm" I whispered.

"What cat got your tongue?" He said with a smirk.

Again I looked back down not knowing what to say.

A sigh left Mike's lips, then I heard his chair move making my head snap up.

"When can you be ever useful to me?" He asked, touching the tip of my hair.

"Do you think I'm going to be paying every bill in this house?" He asked.

Quickly I shook my head.

"Isabella, Isabella, my poor girl," Mike said.

The tone scares me.

"I'll give you two days, I'll be travelling for two days and when I get back, you should have a job, ok?" He said, looking at me.

Quickly nodding my head, I whispered an 'ok' because he doesn't like when you nod.

Mike always wants answers.

"Good girl, now go eat." He said pointing at the table.

I looked at him with shock, eat?

He wanted me to eat?

What about the fat rule?

"Yes, go eat, now." He said again walking towards his side of the table.

Nodding my head, I followed him slowly, my head title down.

Mike smiled at me before eating the food.

I looked down at mine, asking myself if it was safe or not.

Or is this another test?

"Isabella?" He called me.

I looked up again, my fingers away from the spoon away from me.

"I don't like repeating myself, Isabella." He said, looking at me with those stormy eyes.

"I'm not hungry," I whispered back.

A chuckle left his lips before looking at me.

"Not hungry?" He said.

"Not hungry?" He asked.

"Uhm, I'll eat," I said quietly, picking up the spoon.

"Good, and when you're done, you can sleep." He said with a smile.

Again I looked at him.

What's with all this?

Are we playing a game, are there people watching?

I thought before looking around.

"Isabella." He sang.

With a breath, I picked up my spoon and ate slowly.

"Good girl, now I'm off to bed, please take care of my house, and not bring men around." He said before walking toward me.

Then bent over and placed a kiss on my head.

With a smile from him, I watched him walk out of the kitchen.

This is a different game.

I thought before pushing the food away.

Isabella POV:

The next morning, I woke up to an empty house.

Mike left without telling me.

I didn't know if I should be happy about this.

Am free for just two days.

Something like this had never happened before.

I kept asking myself if it was ok for me to escape, maybe try again.

But I know He would still find out because Mike always knows.

Shaking my head, I rolled out of my bed and walked toward my bathroom.

My eyes connected to my room, the sight of my face made me sick.

Mike never hit my face, he didn't want people to notice it.

So it was only my body.

Shaking my head, I took off my clothes, before walking into the shower.

A sigh left my lips as the warm water ran out.

"Now what? What job can I look for?" I thought In my head.

It is hard to look for a job especially when I didn't finish school.

No one will want to accept me.

Shaking my head, I stepped out of the shower, grabbing my towel.

When I was done cleaning, I grabbed my big hoodie and shorts.

I didn't want people looking at me like a sick person.

With one last look, I walked out of the house.

Helping God for help, I hope I find a job today, cause if I don't I'm dead meat.

Walking outside was one of the most annoying things ever.

People always look and judge, and they don't try to hide it.

Shaking my head, I let out a breath when I heard people laughing around me.

I honestly don't remember the last time I smiled or laughed.

Everything feels so different.

I used to have a better life, used to be happy.

But everything changed when Mike lost his job, and then he started blaming it on me.

Sometimes he would come home drunk and beat the hell out of me.

I didn't understand at first until it happened more than once.

But he kept apologizing saying it would never happen again.

And I was stupid to believe him.

Looking up at the restaurants in front of me, I looked around for any workers in need.

But seeing nothing, shaking my head, I pushed open the door.

My head tilted down.

"Hello, do you need help with something?" I heard a voice ask.

Looking up, my eyes connected to warm green eyes.

The lady with brown hair looked at me, her head title to the side.

"Uhm job?" I whispered before Shaking my head.

"Can I apply for a job pls," I said quietly.

"I'm sorry we don't need workers, maybe the store next door will." She said with a smile.

I nod my head before letting out a breath then walk out of the restaurant.

The minute I walked out of the restaurant.

I felt the cold air around me.

Quickly I wrapped my arms around myself, mumbling words to myself.

Looking around for another store.

My eyes landed on another store, but this time I noticed it also didn't have a sign.

Shaking my head, I walked away from the stores.

"What am I going to do now?" I thought about looking around.

The weather was looking bad, adding to my emotions.

I had no idea what to do, or what workplace to go to.

Mike is coming soon and I have no job in mind or anyone who's going to help me out.

A breath left my lips as I walked back to my house.

Maybe tomorrow I'll try again, but I can't give up like this.

With a puff, I looked back around wondering if I'd find a help-needed sign.

But after walking and walking I saw nothing.

Shaking my head.

I walked toward a chair.

Another breath left my lips, before putting my hands in my hoodie.

I am completely dead meat, no one wanted me, and one lady said I didn't look like someone who could handle the job.

And was about to call security on me because I kept begging her.

Shaking my head, I grabbed my head.

Mumbling prayers.

I needed help, really bad and had no idea who to meet, where to go, or what to do.

And funny how I gave my last money to a helpless woman and her child.

I know I have nothing.

But I couldn't let them be like that.

My tummy made a groan making me look down at it.

"Not right now please," I said to myself before standing up from the chair.

I'll just have to try tomorrow.

Making my way to Mike's house, I mumbled prayers to God to keep me safe.

Because it was late and I'm staying on the bad side of town.

That's why I don't like going outside.

I will rarely be at home with an abusive man and then leave the house.

"Hello, little one." I heard a creepy voice say.

Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around myself for protection, then pulled up my hoodie cap so they wouldn't notice me.

"HEY, GIRL WE ARE FUCKING TALKING TO YOU." The voice snapped.

I could feel my heart pounding with each step I took.

Just a little more.

Just a little more and I'll be home.

I kept saying.

However, my thinking was cut short when someone pushed me hard into the group.

Looking up, I saw Three men with masks on.

The one who pushed looked down at me, his head tilted down.

"Boss, we got company." He said, still looking at me.

The other two looked at him before snapping their heads down toward me.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" another Man said, pushing them away.

His eyes connected to mine, but I couldn't see their faces because of the mask.

"Did she see anything?" He asked, looking at them.

"No idea, she just came out of nowhere." The one with a gun said.

The man looked down at me, but all I could do was shake in fear.

"Did you see anything, little one?" He asked, bending down to my level.

Quickly I shook my head, my body was shaking so badly that I couldn't talk.

"I need words not head shaking." He said.

"Uhm," I said.

Uhm Isabella, uhm that's all you could say right now.

I thought before looking around.

Then I noticed the men from behind me, only for my eyes to connect to one of Mike's friends looking at me.

My body ran cold, I couldn't go back, he would tell Mike that I was sleeping with this Man.

And I'll be dead this time.

I l

looked back at the men, only to see the man asking the question, looking behind me where I was staring.

"Grab her." He said before walking away.

Before I could say anything.

I was thrown inside a car.

Isabella POV:

The men took me to a mansion, I kept looking at the house as I was pulled in.

But all I could think of was what to do next.

There's no way they are letting me go and Mike's friends saw them take me away and for the fact I didn't try to fight back.

They will tell Mike a whole different story.

As I was led into the house, I was greeted by a tall, dark-haired man with piercing green eyes. He looked me up and down, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"I'm Fed, the head of this family," he said, his voice smooth and cold. "Welcome to my home."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I tried to figure out a way to escape.

But before I could think of anything, I was led down a long hallway, the walls covered in paintings and tapestries.

We stopped in front of a large wooden door, and Fed opened it, revealing a large room with a roaring fireplace.

I was pushed inside, and the door slammed shut behind me.

I whirled around, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was empty.

No one or anything except from the fire.

Letting out a breath, I looked back at the door.

Before looking around the room.

No windows, just walls.

The smell of blood filled my nose, making me step back from where the smell was coming from.

Inside the room, I heard someone groan.

Without thinking I walked toward the door.

The groan continued but all I could feel was how hard my heart kept racing.

"Uhm hello?" I called out in a whisper.

But the groans continued.

I wondered if I should go closer to the sound or wait here.

The door opened, and the men walked in.

All looking at me like I was a kid.

"What now boss?" The one on the left asked, tilting his head.

"We could just kill her." Another said, making me snap my head toward him, my eyes wide.

"No, she didn't see anything that happened." The middle guy said.

"So why did you fucking bring her here?" Another asked.

The middle man stayed quiet watching me.

"I just wanted to keep her." He said that that was the most normal thing to think of.

"Keep her, keep her, what tf is your problem, you don't keep people, especially women." The one that said they should kill me said.

The middleman looked at him before nodding and then looked at me.

"I don't care, I'm keeping her and that's finally, now give her a room, we will talk well in the morning." The middle man said before walking out of the room.

The three men looked at themselves.

Then the one that said they should kill me, snapped his head toward me.

He gave me a look before walking away, another man Right behind him.

"Come on, let's go." Another man said with a sigh.

Then grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room.

I looked back at the room, where I heard the groans.

Only to see someone's hand pulling out from the darkness like the person was trying to reach out to me.

But the door closed behind me.

We walked around the house until we got to the last step.

The man whom I still didn't know his name turned toward me, and then pushed a door open.

As the door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room, my heart raced with uncertainty.

The man motioned for me to enter, his expression unreadable.

Inside the room, a single, flickering light bulb cast shadows on worn-out furniture. The man gestured towards a small, unkempt bed.

"This will be your room. Don't try anything stupid," he warned, his eyes scrutinizing me.

With that, he closed the door, leaving me alone in the dim space.

As I heard the distant echoes of conversation in the house, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was now entangled in something far beyond my control.

I cautiously explored the room, finding a tattered blanket on the bed and a small, dusty window that barely let in any light.

Thoughts of escape and confusion swirled in my mind as I wondered about the mysterious circumstances that brought me here.

The distant voices outside hinted at a complex web of relationships among the captors.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability, isolated in this unfamiliar place.

The sound of footsteps approached, and the door creaked open once again, revealing the middleman.

"Listen carefully," he began, his tone more composed than before.

"I didn't kill u for a fucking reason if I were you, I'll follow everything I said, don't annoy me or act like shit, got it."

Without waiting for a response, he closed the door, leaving me alone with more questions than answers in the dimly lit room.

Hours passed in solitude, each minute feeling like an eternity. The muffled sounds of conversations and occasional footsteps outside the door left me on edge.

I couldn't shake the eerie feeling that I was a pawn in a game I didn't understand.

Sighing I turned around, trying to get some sleep.

But I couldn't, I felt like I was going to die or someone was coming back.

I don't even know these people's names, except from the Fed guy, the rest I have no idea who they are.

Eventually, exhaustion took its toll, and I drifted into an uneasy sleep.

Maybe, when I wake up everything is going to go back to normal.

I just couldn't stop thinking of the hand I saw in the room.

The groans.

The Men.

And now Mike.

He's going to find me and kill me.

That's if this man let me go.

Because the middle man said he was keeping me.

With those thoughts again, I groaned loudly sitting up.

Why me, why can't I escape this?

I looked at the window in the room, making my way toward it, I noticed the Grass around.

I could just jump out and run.

But I knew that wasn't easy, even though It looked easy to do.

With a breath, I walked back to the bed.

I needed to get some sleep.