SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING ALEXANDER

CHEMISTRY

MAYA

“Follow me. The boss demands your presence,” The man spoke. He looked like a second in command, gesturing for me to enter a large room.

I stepped inside, my eyes adjusting to the bright light. The room was richly decorated, with dark wood paneling and plush carpeting. A massive desk sat at the far end of the room, behind which stood a man who exuded power and authority. He stood tall facing the window. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent widow's peak. He looked so familiar…

The second in command approached him, a deferential look on his face. “Maya, meet the boss, Alexander Greyhound, the mafia king of the Marino Syndicate,” he said, his voice dripping with respect.

Alexander Greyhound turned to me, his piercing hazel eyes narrowing as he took in my appearance. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he approached me, his movements fluid and graceful.

I gasped.

It was him.

He squinted his eyes a bit, surprise flashing through them. I could see it clearly, he recognized it but then it suddenly disappeared. His face fell into a stern position, seeming unaffected.

“Take her away from here immediately!” He thundered, his voice making me jolt in fear.

“But…” the second in command tried to speak

“There are no buts, Marshall! Take her away from this mansion without wasting a second!” He yelled again

I stood there in fear, not sure of what to say or do. Why was he sending me away? I thought he might be somehow hoping to see me again someday. Why did he order his men to take me away? Or do I remind him of a mistake he made?

“I hope the money remains intact else you’ll be needing the help of whatever you hold sacred,” Marshall spoke with hate.

I suddenly felt goosebumps all over my body. Would they have me killed if Gary didn’t provide the money? He wouldn’t have spent it… not everything at least. Everything had just happened a night ago.

I turned to walk away, my gaze lowered as I felt the familiar feeling— unwanted. I chuckled in pain to myself. It was bold of me to think that I would ever have a chance with the Mafia king. It was so bold of me to think that he would like my plus-sized body and average looks. Now that I think of it, it was definitely the alcohol talking that night.

As soon as I got to the door, I heard his hoarse voice sound off, making me halt in my tracks.

“Stop,” he spoke. “How well can she do the job?”

“Very well, boss,” Marshall replied. What job? What were they talking about? Was I not here to be his wife?

He nodded his head slightly, enclosing the distance between us.

“So, Maya,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “I've heard a lot about you. You're quite the commodity,”

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. “I don't know what you want with me,” I stammered. “Why would you choose me as your wife?”

He snorted a laugh, “My wife? How badly do you want that? You probably have heard about me. Aren’t you scared?” He said, a sly smile appearing on his lips.

He was right. I was scared. I had been introduced to a mafia world— his world. I have heard different things about how dangerous it could be being entangled in anything that had to do with them and to crown it all I had just heard that he was the king of a clan that dated way back when whom I think was the father, was still in charge. But you know what? I wouldn’t be that scared. I had seen a vulnerable side of him that I doubt nobody has ever seen. He wouldn’t have the mind to hurt me. At least, if I act right.

Greyhound chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. “Oh, I thought as much,” he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You see, Maya, you have some things mixed up. You are not here as my wife but as a nanny,”

I shook my head, confusion and fear warring for dominance. “I don't know you have kids. I wasn’t even told that,” I protested.

Greyhound's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. “Not kids, silly. You’re going to be babysitting a grown woman in the coma,” he said, his voice dripping with authority. “That is the only job you have to do here,”

I felt mixed feelings instantly. I was relieved and at the same time sad. Damn it. How badly do I want to be his wife? Could I handle it if it ever happens? This woman… What could have happened to her? I batted my eyes, my lashes brushing against my cheeks as I tried to clear the dangerous things being imagined in my head.

“C-can I go once I am able to pay off the payment you made to my uncle?” I asked, stammering.

He let out a soft evil laugh, with his hands put together at his back as he walked around me. “Maya, just a little advice,” he said. “You are my property now so you better act right or I will have your head fed to the dogs,”

I shuddered.

“Also, whatever you see or hear must not leave the corners of this mansion and you must not answer to anyone else except me,” he ordered, walking away purposely.

I sighed heavily, sinking into the floor. I felt stuffed. It seemed I had just encountered a problem bigger than my previous one. I hated the tension around there. It was as if every one of them was always on guard. What could they be dealing with? Silly me. Mafians never take breaks. It was always from one chaotic moment to another.

“Follow me, I will show you to your room,” one of the men said, breaking into my thoughts. I nodded my head, getting up immediately. I trailed behind him, quickening my pace to meet his as other housekeepers stared at me in mock. They indistinctly laughed at my body size, repeatedly calling me fattie. Oh, well. It was nothing new anyway.

“This will be your room from today onwards. You must check on Alessia every hour and do the necessary things to keep her clean,” he instructed, walking away.

Alessia… that was her name.

I sank into the bed with my arms apart, I exhaled sharply.

It has really been so tough lately.