The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

Punish with a Kiss

Giovanni

“Heath, do you have a lover?” Giovanni asked his underling at exactly three p. m.

Heath looked up from his paperwork, his eyebrows crinkling. He shook his head. “No, Boss.”

Giovanni beamed and casually leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head, a blissful, serene look on his face.

“You should get one,” he suggested. “They make you happy.”

“You happy, Boss?”

“You can’t tell?” Giovanni spun to face his underling.

Heath returned the favor, inspecting his face.

Giovanni bared a grin that illuminated his entire face.

“Yep, Boss, you’re happy,” Heath concluded, which satisfied Giovanni immensely.

But by five forty-five p. m., Giovanni was an entirely different person. He resembled a twister, speeding back and forward across his office, with every few seconds checking his mobile phone.

None. No return messages.

How many had he sent? Ten, fifteen?

Fuck! Where was she? And what the fuck was this feeling inside his chest? Like some bastard had ripped his heart out and was squeezing it like a stress ball. It fucking hurt.

The realization dawned on him like a hot brick on his face.

He. Was. Worried.

The fuck! He was either pissed or mad, but never worried. This was an entirely new feeling. But this was the exact same feeling when Jay ran off a few weeks back, before they became lovers.

Why did he never feel like this with his previous lovers? The answer was pure and simple. He was a heartless bastard. He’d never loved anyone seriously. Not until Jay came along. And it fucking scared him when she wasn’t home where she should be.

He checked his mobile again. Nothing.

Thrusting his fingers through his hair, he swore in agitation. “Where the fucking hell is she?” Having his gutsful of worry, he yelled to his underlings. “Bobby! Jonny! Get in here. Now!”

Both came scrambling into the room and stood tall and straight, awaiting Giovanni’s further instruction.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Any of you louts heard anything from Jay? She’s not home. And it’s fucking six p. m.”

“Ah, Boss, it’s only five fifty p. m.,” Bobby corrected him.

The room went silent. Giovanni stood still and coldly glared at his underlings. This only meant one thing. Giovanni was beyond mad. He was fucking furious.

Giovanni stood eye to eye with Bobby. Staring down at him, he hissed, “Are you fucking pissing with me? If you can’t tell me where Jay disappeared to, then get out of my sight.”

“Ah, Boss, are you worried Jenny is not here to make you dinner? We could get takeout.” Jonny, who couldn’t read the dire situation, put in his two cents.

Giovanni cursed his underlings to hell. “I give you two to the count of three, before I knock your teeth out. Now get out,” he roared.

His underlings couldn’t get out the door fast enough.

Fuck! How could his underlings have thought it was about food? Of course, it wasn’t about the fucking food. Sure, Jay made delicious food, and he’d admitted that he was addicted to eating her meals instead of dining out. Hell, he’d even liked it more now that she’d started cooking those foods that didn’t contain that seafood shit, ’cause after that seafood incident at that restaurant, she’d learned not to mess with him and his immune system.

She could cook for him and his underlings if she wanted to, but Jay was his lover now, not his maid. She was not obligated to do any of those chores like before. The only chores she was obligated to do was have sex with him and just make him happy.

But now he was not happy. He was fucking worried and afraid. Afraid that bad things might happen to her.

Giovanni knew well enough the people he associated with had some degree of power and reputation. A certain reputation normal people would be fucking scared to even think of.

Fuck! Fuck this! What the hell was he supposed to do? In his mind’s eye, a million scenarios were already playing in his head. Did Leo kidnap her? Worse yet, did Nikolas Lorenzo hear of his new relationship with Jay? If he had, that meant he could no longer let Jay wander around the city freely, like before. Nikolas was always in conflict with him, and the bastard would do anything to cause a little stir between their two groups. And kidnapping Jay would result in more than a little stir. He’d go in with guns blazing.

Fuck! There had to be rules when becoming the lover of the mafia boss. And the first rule was to arrive home on time, at fucking five p. m.!

Giovanni gnashed his teeth. He’d made an ultimatum. If Jay failed to turn up by six p. m., someone was getting a bloodbath. If Jay did turn up by six p. m., she’d be in for a nasty punishment. No one made Giovanni worried and got away with it. Lover or maid. No exception.