When the Mafia Falls in Love

Angel

"You useless woman!" Aunt Anacleta yelled at me angrily as she pulled my hair, making me grab her hand. I desperately tried to break free from her tight grip on my long hair.

"Auntie, please... it hurts..." I cried, but she continued to pull my hair.

"You'll go with the men coming here later, or I'll give Angelo to them instead. After all, your brother is a boy; they can teach him to beat up and kill people, and he'll definitely grow up to be a criminal- that's what your beloved brother will become if you will not do as I say."

"Please, Auntie, Angelo is still so young. I promised Mom and Dad I would care for and raise him properly." I had to argue because I didn't want my parents to rise from the grave or haunt me for neglecting my only sibling.

"Is this still not over? You've been talking for a while and still can't get her to agree." We looked at my newly arrived uncle, my aunt's lazy husband, who wanted Angelo and me to work for them.

"Where's Angelo?" my aunt asked him, and I looked back and forth between them.

"What do you mean?" I asked in shock, struggling even more despite the pain in my scalp to free myself from her grip, which I eventually did. Unfortunately, a few thousand strands of my hair seemed left in her hand. "Where's my little brother?" I asked again, now looking directly at my uncle.

My lazy uncle smirked before speaking. "I knew this would happen, so I hid him somewhere you won't find. But if you agree, I'll bring him back from wherever I left him."

I wanted to crush this vile old man's face. I couldn't understand why my aunt married him or what she saw in him. He's not even handsome, yet Aunt Anacleta is madly in love with him.

It's good that they didn't have children; otherwise, they might look like him. His bloodline is strong in their family because I've seen his nieces and nephews, and they all look like his siblings, who look just like him. Their faces are as ugly as their terrible personalities.

"Tell me where my brother is, Uncle. Don't involve my innocent little brother in your wickedness."

"You-" my aunt started before she gave me a hard slap, causing my head to snap to the left, and I couldn't help but cry.

"You ungrateful woman! You have no right to speak to us with such harsh words because we took you and your brother in!" my uncle said angrily, quickly closing the distance between us and pulling my hair again.

"Ouch!" It hurt so much because his hands were heavier than my aunt's. He pulled my hair so hard that I had to bend my neck to follow the direction of my head, hoping to lessen the pain. But even then, I still felt like my scalp would tear from the force of his pull.

I used both hands to pry his hand off my hair, but I still couldn't break free.

"You have no right to talk back to us, understand?" Then, my demon of an uncle slapped me repeatedly, and my cheeks became numb from the alternating blows of his big hands after he released my hair.

"How dare you! After we raised you and your brother, this is how you repay us!" my aunt shouted and laughed simultaneously.

"Remember this, Angel. If you don't agree to be the payment for my debt, it's up to you. We can offer your brother as payment while you continue to serve us. Just right, you're of age, beautiful, smooth-skinned-many customers at the brothel will fight to overbook you." My uncle grinned like a demon as if he was saying he wanted this to happen and to have a taste of me.

"Stop it, Romeo. Boss Mauro might arrive any minute. I told you not to hurt her face; what if her value decreases because of the bruises you gave her?" I slumped to the floor when my demon uncle finally let go of me.

"Stupid! She knows she can't do anything, yet she still talks nonsense. It would have been better if you told her immediately and spared us the drama."

The vile man collapsed onto the old sofa while my aunt sat beside him, massaging him as if he had just come home from a hard day's work. If looks could kill, they'd both be dead.

But as my vile uncle said, I really couldn't do anything. Now I realize why my aunt even bothered telling me when I had no choice.

"Fix your face, or I might lose my patience. Save your drama for where you're headed so you can see what you've been looking for." I looked at my aunt when I heard her speak from behind me. I was in my room, packing the few clothes I had.

Now, I am in the car with a man named Mauro, who doesn't even glance at me. Honestly, I'm scared of what will happen wherever this man takes me. He sat in the front seat beside the driver while I was alone in the backseat.

Another car followed us, with more of his men. I felt like a politician's child or some other important person's kid.

Our car stopped at a compound surrounded by high concrete walls as if they didn't want the outside world to know what was happening inside.

I looked around and noticed that we were in what seemed to be a large garage. To my right, I could see a large house. Wait, no, it was a mansion because of its sheer size. I could only see the upper part, but I could tell it was enormous. I imagined how many rooms I might have to clean if that were the case.

"Don't look around too much; come and follow me." I looked up when Mauro suddenly spoke. Because of its size, I wanted to see more of the place, which seemed like a good place to explore.

I followed the man as he started walking, noticing that the driver and the others in the second car stayed behind. I shrugged it off as I walked into what seemed to be a large garage.

"Please, I won't do it again." I froze when I heard a voice as soon as we entered the garage. At the far end, I saw a man kneeling and begging the man standing before him. Around them, four other men stood watching.

The kneeling man's face and clothes were covered in blood, clearly showing the severe beating he had received from the large man standing in front of him, who had a big body that didn't go unnoticed even in a business suit. His right fist was wrapped in a white cloth, soaked with blood that I was sure came from the kneeling man.

"No one double-crosses me. Do you know why?" the man asked. I was stunned for a moment, wondering how a man capable of hurting someone like the one who was kneeling could have such a beautiful voice.

"P-please, p-please, I have a family. I have a wife and children who depend on me," the kneeling man pleaded.

"That's their problem for having a father like you." With that, the man looked to his right, and the person there nodded before shooting the kneeling man.

I flinched as the sound of three gunshots echoed, followed by the lifeless body of the kneeling man falling to the ground.

I stood there, mouth agape, as the man who had been standing in front of the now-dead man turned his gaze to me, frowning. I instinctively took a step back when I noticed he was approaching me. Was he going to kill me too?

Angel

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a strange drowsiness as I glanced around. I furrowed my brow when I realized the place wasn't familiar. I was in an elegant room, and more importantly, I was in a bed. An actual bed!

Then, the memory of what happened suddenly came rushing back. "Where are the men?" I asked out loud, my voice filled with dread, but no one answered because I was alone. Was it real or just a dream?

I shook my head because I was sure of what I saw. Someone was killed, and I remember a man with a beautiful voice but a terrifying presence approaching me. What happened after that?

I smacked my forehead as I recalled that I couldn't remember anything after the man got close and asked Mauro, who was standing beside me, who I was. I fainted! I touched myself to make sure I wasn't just a ghost. I pinched myself. "Ouch!" I breathed a sigh of relief, proving that I was still alive.

I sat up just as the door opened, making me quickly turn to look at it. A woman, who seemed to be about ten years older than me, walked in. "It's good that you're awake. Sir Tore is calling for you."

Her face was expressionless, so I thought she might be like the man who shot the kneeling man earlier. I mean, maybe she's a killer too. Are these the kinds of people I'll have to deal with from now on? I might as well spend my time in the laundry room because I'd rather talk to dirty clothes than to them.

I stood up and quickly followed the woman, afraid she might suddenly get angry and kill me. It's better to be safe, especially since they might be trigger-happy, and I could be their next target.

As I followed the woman, I couldn't help but admire the size of the house. When we reached the stairs, I realized we were on the second floor. This was my first time entering such a large house, so I couldn't help but be amazed.

I probably looked like a person from the mountains who had just come to the city, but I didn't care because it was fascinating to see the beautiful furniture and decorations, as well as the paintings hanging on the walls, which I assumed were made by famous artists.

While I was looking around, I didn't realize we had already reached the dining area. My eyes widened when I saw the man standing in front of the man who was kneeling earlier. Once again, I didn't know what to do out of fear.

"Sit down." I looked at the woman who pointed to the chair to the right side of the man who wasn't looking at me, but I couldn't bring myself to look directly at him, so I kept my head down.

I sat on the vacant chair beside the man and waited for what would happen next. But I couldn't help but wonder why I was sitting at this table when I thought I was here to work as a helper. Wait, what was his name again? The woman who called me mentioned it earlier. Oh, come on, why did I forget?

After a while, the man who had brought me from our house, Mauro, arrived and sat on the left side of the man at the head of the table.

I didn't know why I was with them here, and they weren't speaking either, nor did anyone talk to me.

They started serving themselves food, and I just watched them. Should I get some, too? But wasn't I called here to eat? When I looked at the man with the beautiful voice, he was staring at me while chewing his food.

"Don't you want to eat?" Mauro asked, looking at me and waiting for my response.

"Y-yes, I do."

"Then what are you waiting for? I'm not going to put food on your plate."

"I can manage," I replied, then quickly started serving myself food, occasionally glancing at the two men, especially the one on my left, even though I kept my head down. Mauro didn't speak to me again, and none of us said anything after that.

The table was large, but only three of us were eating together, and I wondered why I was eating with them and not the others, especially the woman who fetched me from the room.

Wait? Why was I in that room? I didn't look at it well, but I knew it was large. It's impossible for a helper like me to sleep in such a room, right?

I finished my meal, and although I wanted to eat quickly, I couldn't because I was worried about what I would do if I finished before them.

"Follow me," the man with the beautiful voice said, so I looked at him.

We exchanged glances before he stood up and walked away. I was left confused. Was he telling me to follow him? With one eyebrow raised as he looked at me, Mauro suddenly spoke.

"Move slowly if you know where his office is because I won't be taking you there. No one is allowed to go there unless he permits it. And anyone who doesn't follow his orders, well, you know what happens..."

He didn't need to say it because I felt like I already knew my punishment if I disobeyed. So, I quickly stood up and followed the man whose name I still didn't know because I couldn't remember what the woman called him.

The office Mauro referred to was also on the first floor. After we exited the dining area, we turned to our left, which led us to a narrow hallway. After about 20 steps, the man stopped in front of a closed door and opened it. When the man entered, he walked straight ahead and left the door open, so I went in, too. But then I wondered if I should close the door or just leave it open. Even though he had fed me, I couldn't shake off my fear of him.

"Close the door." I flinched when he suddenly said that. My hands sweat from nerves and fear, but I still tried to gather my courage. I took a deep breath before pulling the door closed. I didn't lock it, just in case I needed to escape if he decided to kill me, though I knew there was nothing I could do if it came to that.

"Come here." I didn't want to leave where I stood, but since he said it, I had no choice. My legs trembled as I stepped closer to him, who was now seated on a large single couch. His hands rested on the armrests while he leaned back and crossed his legs as if he were the king of the world.

I kept my head down because I couldn't bring myself to look directly at him while I fiddled with my fingers. My heart was pounding so hard that it felt like my heart wanted to leap out of my chest and run away from this house.

"Look at me." Oh no, this is bad. I had avoided this initially, and now he wanted me to look at him. Slowly, I lifted my head to do as he wished. And when I did, I gasped. This was the first time I really got a good look at him. Earlier, he was a bit far, and with all the fighting and killing going on, who would have the mind to notice anything beautiful around them?

It was like one of the gods of Olympus was sitting in front of me because of his stunning looks. His slightly almond-shaped eyes, despite being lifeless, still managed to draw you in. His perfectly sculpted nose had a small scar on the right side, adding to his alluring appearance, even though his heart-shaped lips remained tightly shut.

I suddenly shook my head, realizing what I was thinking. 'Angel, get a grip. The person in front of you is a criminal, and it wouldn't be surprising if he did to you what he did to the man you saw earlier,' I told myself.

I noticed his lips twitch before he spoke, "Take off your clothes." My eyes widened at what he said. What? Did I hear him right?

Angel

"Huh?" I must have looked really dumb at that moment, but I couldn't help it. After all, it's not normal to hear something like that the first time you meet someone. "Sorry, I think I misheard you." We were about three meters apart, so maybe I really did misunderstand.

"What did you hear?" he asked, and I was too embarrassed to answer. What if I misheard, and he thinks I have a thing for him?

"Could you please repeat what you said?" I asked nervously. Better to ask than to look even more foolish because of a misunderstanding.

"I said, take off your clothes." He spoke softly but with emphasis, and I could sense the irritation in his voice. Maybe it was because he had to repeat himself.

"What?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Why?"

"Because I want to see your body," he said as if it were nothing. I thought he might be a pervert. Just moments ago, I was captivated by his handsomeness, but now that feeling disappeared like a bubble bursting.

"Sir, I didn't come here to become an agogo dancer or a stripper."

"You're not a dancer nor a stripper," he said. "Because I'm going to make you my plaything."

"What?" I exclaimed in shock, so loudly that I almost screamed. "My aunt said I would be working here as a maid. She didn't say anything about becoming a... what?" I couldn't even say the word he used.

His lips pressed together tightly, and his jaw clenched. I knew he was angry at me, probably because of my response. But even if it came down to a struggle, I wouldn't agree to what he wanted. I was scared of him because I was afraid of dying, but that didn't mean I would let him do whatever he wanted.

"Did she tell you herself that you would be working as a maid? Is that exactly what she said?" he asked, holding back his anger. "Do you know how much your uncle owes me for me to accept you here as a maid?"

My mouth fell open. I had no idea how much it was; all I knew was that they used me to pay off their debt, and I agreed because I didn't want my little brother to be in danger. "I want to get my worth from the five million they took from me, so take off your clothes. I want to see if you're worth that payment, along with your sibling."

"My sibling? What are you talking about? I'm here to keep my sibling out of harm's way."

"Well, it seems you don't know. Your sibling was part of the payment. Do you want to see him?" I didn't know what to say or do. I bowed my head in confusion. How did this happen? Looking at the man in front of me, it seemed both Angelo and I would end up stuck in the mud with no way out. "I'm running out of patience, woman."

I looked up quickly, knowing that they would flow endlessly if I didn't hold back my tears. "Or do you want me to undress you myself?"

I hugged myself tightly because of what he said. "Then I'll call your sibling to watch while my men take you."

"No, please, have mercy. I'll do it. I'll do whatever you say; just don't let my little brother see me in such a situation," I pleaded desperately.

"Then do it. Take off your clothes." As soon as he said that, my tears started to fall. I never imagined I'd end up in this kind of situation. Never in my wildest dreams did I think a man would see my body, except for my future husband.

Slowly, I lifted the hem of my t-shirt. I could barely move my hands and couldn't even look at the man. Partly out of fear and partly out of shame. "Look at me while you undress."

How could I do that? I couldn't move. I didn't want to do what he was asking, and I didn't want to look at him either. I kept my head down until I finally removed my t-shirt. I didn't hear him say anything but heard a phone ring.

"Boss," Mauro's voice echoed from the man's phone, which was on speaker.

"Bring Angelo-" he didn't finish his sentence because I suddenly looked at him and said,

"Please, don't! I'll do it, I'll follow."

"You heard her." He looked at me, and our eyes locked as he said that.

"Okay, boss." I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Mauro's response.

"Continue what you were doing," the man said as if it was nothing. If he had seemed like a god of Olympus earlier in my eyes, now he looked like Satan sitting on a throne.

As he instructed, I continued undressing while our eyes remained locked. Since I no longer wore a T-shirt, I moved on to my leggings. I still didn't know where I would find the strength to remove my bra and, finally, my panties.

But it had to be done. When my leggings were on the floor, I took a deep breath, reached behind me to unhook my bra, and took it off. My bra was a bit tight because it was old, so it was snug on me. When I finally removed it, my ample breasts bounced slightly.

I wondered why God blessed me with a well-endowed chest instead of money. If He had, I wouldn't be in this situation right now. I saw the man's jaw clench, which made me a little nervous as I feared he might suddenly grab my chest.

When it was time to remove my panties, I noticed him leaning back. Was he making himself comfortable because the main event was about to start? I ground my teeth and knew he saw it, but he didn't say anything; he just waited for my next move.

Because I had no choice, I removed my panties as well. I noticed his Adam's apple move slightly, but I paid it no mind. I remained standing in front of him, our eyes still locked.

Then, he suddenly straightened up from his reclined position. His crossed legs were now spread apart, and he said, "Come closer."

I didn't want to test his patience further because it might run out. So, even though I was trembling from the cold air conditioning, as well as from fear, anxiety, and shame, I did as he asked.

Now, I stood right in front of him, so close. Right between his legs, to be exact. He looked up at me while I looked down at him after he leaned back again.

"Turn around," he ordered, and I did as he said. Then I felt the tip of his finger brush against me. My skin tingled with goosebumps, a shiver running through me.

"Face me." And I did, our eyes locking once more as he reclined on the couch.

Then, a knock on the door made me glance towards it. What if someone suddenly walked in and saw me like this? Wait a minute, maybe they really did bring Angelo here. I quickly looked back at the man sitting down, who suddenly stood up before saying,

"Come in." I didn't know what to do or where to hide. I didn't want anyone else to see me like this. I heard the door open. And I immediately regretted not locking it earlier.

"Didn't I tell you to keep looking at me?" the man asked, so I looked up at him.

"Here, boss. The others are in your room," the man's voice said before the door closed again. I couldn't move from where I stood, but the man walked to the door before returning to me.

"Throw away those rags you took off and put this on." I was speechless at what he said before he walked over to his office table just across from the door and sat down in his office chair.

I continued staring at him while he wrote something, and then suddenly, he looked at me. "Don't tell me you'd rather be naked when we're together."

I flinched and seemed to snap out of my daze because of what he said. I quickly grabbed the paper bag he had placed on the chair earlier and dressed. But I remained standing where I was after finishing.

The dress was beautiful. It was knee-length, and compared to what I was wearing earlier, I felt like a college student.

"From now on, you'll do everything I tell you, understand?" he asked as he looked up at me again.

"Yes."

"When I say dance, you dance. When I say sing, you sing."

"Yes."

"When I say kiss me, you kiss me." I didn't respond right away, but because I had to follow,

"Y-Yes."

"Everything I say and order you to do, you will do if you don't want to make me angry, Angel." He knew my name and Angelo's, but I had no idea who he was.

"Yes." My response was robotic. Whatever happens later or tomorrow, so be it. What matters is now. He didn't do anything inappropriate to me.