The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

“W here is she?” Giovanni demanded as soon as he stepped inside Leo’s den, which was in downtown Queens, New York. The place smelled of filth, rotten eggs, and three months old socks. The fume was so strong it irritated his nostrils.

“Ah, looks like the bastard prince is here. What do you want? Is it not enough that you hurt my little sister?”

“You are one second away from me smashing your jaw. And you know it’s not an idle threat,” Giovanni said coldly, hand balling into tight fist. “Now tell me. Where did you take her?”

Leo feared Giovanni’s fist. He’d seen firsthand what that fist could do when it was balled up like that. That was also one of the many reasons why he was named the leader of the mafia boss, after the head honcho, Giuseppe Dente. Giovanni was quick witted, with his fist and his mind.

Leo eyed his men, but they were nothing compared to the two strong men Giovanni brought with him. If he made one wrong move, Giovanni would grind him to a pulp. And that was not an exaggeration.

No way would he let a bastard kid like Giovanni remain leader of their clan. The boy’s background was a mystery. And Leo had no respect for mysterious people, especially one who was full of arrogance like Giovanni. For now, though, it was best to mellow out his game, until he found someone to partner up with. Then he would slam Giovanni down from his throne.

“What woman?” Leo asked, pretending to act timid. “I don’t know what you’re barking about?”

“My maid. Jenny Stone.” The clenched jaw meant Giovanni was at the brink of explosion. He gripped his fist, eyes growing dark.

Leo burst out laughing. “Giovanni, you’re fucked up in the head. I didn’t know you had that much sympathy for people, let alone a fucking maid. What is she to you, your fucking whore?”

At the blink of an eye, a blow smashed into Leo’s jaw, banging him to the floor. Blood trailed out of his mouth.

“My maid,” Giovanni seethed again, voice coming out frosty. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know.” Leo lay there limply, mouth hanging open, eyes wide with fear.

Giovanni eyed his enemy for a second longer then let him go. He strode out the door and back into the black Maserati, calmly exuding a look of elegance as he wiped his bloodied hand with a Kleenex tissue, followed by hand sanitizer.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Boss, why did you let him go?” Bobby asked, following Giovanni into the car.

“He didn’t do it. I could tell by his eyes,” Giovanni said quietly, eyes gazing out the window.

Giovanni thought about his maid. His only hope was to wait for her to return home. By tomorrow, if she didn’t show up, he’d send out his private investigators.

And just when that thought occurred to him, Bobby announced excitedly, after receiving a call from Finnie. “Boss, they’ve found her.”

He snapped his head to Bobby, heart soaring in relief. “Heath, get going. Time to go home.”

Giovanni grinned devilishly. Jay. You’re mine now. No escaping.

Prince of Mafia, Too Many Jennifer

Giovanni blinked. And then he blinked again. He asked himself this question as he stared at the woman sitting across from him, reclining too comfortably in his lounge chair. Three days of not seeing my maid and she’s changed this much?

Who the fuck was he kidding? Blond hair, E-cup size breasts, lips injected with Botox, she was a fish through and through, just with no scales.

“Who the fuck is this?” He jerked his head to Finnie, then jerked back to give the woman a second glance.

“It’s your little friend, boss, although she’s not so little anymore,” Finnie explained, eyes round as marbles as he took in the size of those massive twin breasts.

“What are you on about?” Giovanni shouted, mind still in confusion. Finnie had said they’d found Jay. But when he got home, he found this fish-like woman.

“Jennifer,” Finnie reminded him. “You were looking for your little friend Jennifer. So, here she is.”

“The fuck are you on about, Finnie? We’re looking for Jay, my maid, not Jennifer.”

“But you went on that show, didn’t you? You wanted to find your little friend Jennifer. So, here she is.”

Shoot him. Just shoot him right now. He hadn’t expected the consequences to turn in this direction. Anger pulsated through him, more at himself than at his underlings. Yeah, it was entirely his fault. He was too enamored with Jay, and he’d wanted to get rid of this feeling inside him. And the only way was to find Jennifer. But now that he’d admitted his feelings, the real Jennifer came along.

But Giovanni was smart. Just one look from this woman, he knew she was not the real Jennifer. His little friend did not look like that. Well, at least he didn’t imagine her to look like this when she grew up. She would look more like Jay, his maid.

“Where is the necklace? Show it to me,” he demanded coarsely, dispelling any so called proper manners he’d adopted for when on television. Yeah, the outside world didn’t know he was mafia. All they knew was his impressive bank account, which was in ten digits.

The girl looked up with large giraffe eyes. “What necklace, Mr. Dente? Or should I call you Giovanni, since I’m your Jennifer?”

Her voice oozed with a kind of seductive charm, but he didn’t find it charming at all. What he found was irritation. He had no time to deal with this bullshit. He needed to find Jay. And fast.

“You’re not my Jennifer. Now get out.”

“But…”

“Out!” he roared.

This woman didn’t cling to his leg like Jay had the first time he saw her. God, the memory made his chest ache. He missed Jay. Like crazy. Where was she?

Bobby escorted the girl out, only to come scurrying back a minute later, face pale in alarm.

“Boss, big trouble,” he floundered, reeking of sweat.

“What now?” Giovanni barked.

“There’s a stampede of would-be Jennifers in front of our front gate.”

Giovanni face palmed himself.

Oh Fuck!