Entangled with the Mafia Boss

chapter 8

Ava's pov

I took in the first morsel of mashed potato and the sweet heavenly taste worshiped my bud, making me let out an involuntary moan.

“ Why will you think I am special?” I asked with my mouth full of yet another food.

I gagged while waiting for her to jump down into her explanation, “ do you know that you are the first female that boss Coran will bring into this house?” She began, murmuring in a low voice as if she was scared of being heard by others but who knows whether she actually is?

I feigned a surprised expression because her statement didn't seem logical to me at all, like… he is obvious a bad boy so what is probably blabbering.

“ That is not all though, no woman has also shared his personal bedroom with him except you,” she added, grinning from ear to ear as if she is proud of what she just said.

Her expression was mischievous after her last statement, causing me to choke and blush crimson red.

“ No, no there is nothing of such,” I quickly defended as soon as my mind wavered off to what she was probably thinking.

She smiled and passed me a glass of water, “ You don't need to explain, I understand. Just eat more so that you can get more energy,” she teased and stood up from the table.

‘She is definitely a tough one isn't she?’ A part of me was thankful that she had finally left the table so I took my time to savor every dish.

After what seemed like eternity, I gulped and dropped the last tissue on the plate.

I was feeling very heavy from overfeeding myself and if I return back to the room, I will just sleep off and I don't want to get too comfortable around here since I will be escaping very soon.

I strolled to the door with the intention of taking a nap when a bulky looking guy stopped me.

“ Good afternoon ma'am, I am Alessandro and I have been assigned to be your personal guard,” he introduced himself and completed his statement with a bow.

Wow! That was so fast, “ Okay,” that was the short answer I gave him before I made my way to the gate.

“ I am sorry ma'am but you can't leave the compound,” he said with his gaze stuck to the ground.

Annoyance coursed through my body and I gave a silent curse to coran, “ Am I now a slave? I just want to take a walk around to aid my digestion,” I explained to him with the hope that he will let me out.

His facial expression was still the same as he was, he didn't seem moved by my reason, rather he gave me another generic response, “ you can't leave the compound.”

I hissed and stomped my way back into the house. I settled down on a couch in the living room and I was beginning to get bored every passing second.

Very soon, I began to doze off since I had nothing to keep me occupied until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

My body shook and I instantly rearranged myself before I glanced at whoever the unknown face was.

“ I am sorry for disturbing your nap, I was told to give you these instructions,” Alessandro then handed me a printed list of instructions which I guess was instructed by Coran then he excused himself afterwards.

I adjusted myself and I began to flip through the instructions. The majority of them were very annoying and awkward but I am not bothered because it's just for a short time.

I kept reading the full row of instructions then I stopped to listen to the sound that was getting near. If I can hear clearly, it's the sound of a_ heel approaching.

I was intrigued that I closed what I was reading then waited expectantly for the entrance of the figure that called for so much attention.

A woman with a full face beat of makeup entered, looking very proud and confident before her gaze settled on me, causing a crease to form on her forehead.

“ Where is this woman, Sonja!” She called out loudly, totally ignoring my presence in the room. My ego felt trampled upon and I couldn't help but take in my lips in nervousness. By the way, who is Sonia?

Mrs Kris rushed out of kitchen and ran to the woman's front, “ Why did you answer me late? Were you waiting for me to repeat myself?”

Her level of rudeness was amazing me and I couldn't help but stare astonishingly at her. So madam Kris name real name is Sonia, very interesting.

By the way, isn't she a full Italian? Why doesn't she bare an Italian name?

“ I am sorry madam, kitchen tap was on so I didn't hear that you were calling me,” she politely answered but all she got from the woman was an ugly scowl.

“ By the way, who is this slut and why is she here?” She questioned, running her gaze on my body as if I was some sort of a dirt.

“ She is Sir’s guest.”

“ Guest? Rather his slut, I don't think a guest will have Soo much effontary to wear someone else's shirt,” she said sarcastically.

Her words brought Soo much embarrassment to me that I was almost tearing up. I no longer want to withstand the ridicule so I stood up from the chair and prepared to return back upstairs.

Just before I walk a meaningful distance, I felt a tight tug on my scalp, making me let out a loud yelp.

Before I could complain or lament, I felt a heavy palm on my face which caused me a look of shock.

‘ Did she just… sl..slap me?’ I was in so much denial, not wanting to believe that she actually slapped me but the slow stinging feeling on my face was a testify to what just happened to me.

“ How dare you walk away from me? Do you know who I am?” she blabbered, looking very proud of her actions.

“ For your information, I am Coran's mother.”