The Mafia Boss Wants Me

Gianna keeps checking her watch as she works. twenty minutes to go. Nineteen minutes to go. Eighteen minutes to go. It is funny how time seems to move at a snail's pace when you are watching it closely. Working as a maid always leaves her drained and tired and today is no exception, but she has to keep her job because she and her little sister depend on it. It would be hard to find another job because she doesn't have any valid qualifications to do anything else. Working as a maid allows her to pay for their rent, buy food and what medical stuff they can afford for her sister, who has a heart problem. Her mother died recently, but before her death, she had talked about a son she has in the city, a son she had, for some unknown reason, never mentioned to her daughters until the day before her death. She had only said his name and the part of the country he lives in, nothing much for the siblings to go by even if they ever entertained dreams of finding him. And she would be delighted to find him at the moment. She only recently turned seventeen, and she has the responsibility of a full grown adult. A bit of help would do, even though she has never liked begging. He is supposed to be their brother and Gianna is sure he would not mind helping them. Or would he? It is hard to tell for sure. He has stayed away from them all his life, after all. She gets so lost in these thoughts that she doesn't notice the time for knocking off has come, and so she continues moping the floor without thinking about it. Until she hears the sound of her boss's car arrive outside. Oh, no. She checks her watch and discovers she should have left twenty minutes ago, but now that she is still here, she will have to help unpack whatever the woman has brought with her in her car and store them away. And that will eat more of her time. Silly her. Her sister is waiting for her and it is bad enough leaving her alone every day because she needs care. She rushes outside because, usually, the woman gets upset if Gianna doesn't rush to welcome her when she arrives and finds her in the house. Much to her dismay, it is not the woman but her fiance, who usually visits his fiance every weekend. She has always thought the man is gorgeous and sweet and doesn't suit her grumpy boss, but what does she know? "So excited to see me?" the man has a strange smile on his face as he gets out of the car and walks towards Gianna, which makes her confused. She has never seen that smile before. "Well, come here, little girl. Your boss won't be home for the next hour, out with friends having their nails done or something, but in that time, I bet we can also have our own thing done, don't you think?" Gianna starts backing away instinctively. She didn't imagine, even in her wildest dreams, that this man was so dirty minded. As she backs away, she hits the wall behind her, and the man approaches, reaching out and touching her butt without hesitation. "Mmm," he growls. "So soft. You promise a very tasty meal, if the appetizer is this good." She is disgusted and doesn't think the man is cute anymore. Thinking fast, she grabs the man's shoulders and knees him hard in the groin. As she watches him double over and groan, she tells herself her boss would understand. Her man is a rap*st. Not just that, a child rap*st. She gathers her long dress and runs out of there, as quickly as she can. Finding her sister cutting the cabbage to make their usual fish and cabbage soup, she repeats what happened to her. And Natalia gets worked up, begging that she quit her job. If only they could afford to live without it... "I can't leave the job, but I promise I will do so as soon as I get a better one. Okay?" Even though Natalia is against the idea of Gianna going back to work at the house, she knows her sister is right. Gianna has no choice. But when Gianna steps foot into her boss's house the following day, it is for the last time. "You!" her boss shrieks, looking so enraged that Gianna decides to stand where she is for safety reasons. "You are fired!" she points a trembling finger at her, her expression full of accusation.