A Slave To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 4

Elena's POV.

Esmeralda decided to give me a house tour. I was bound to get lost in here if I didn't know the layout. We started with first floor. The room I had spotted when I first came here was indeed a lounge room which led to the massive pool outside. The first floor had a lounge, kitchen, two living rooms and wine cellar.. oh I didn't mention the mind blowing elevator. People actually had that in their homes.. wow.

The second floor were majorly the bedrooms, four guest bedrooms and a master suite and also a home office. Which Esmeralda said were both off bounds. Not that I'd want to go in. The fitness room was also on the second floor, including the home theater. I almost bursted in tears when I realized I'd be cleaning this whole place by myself.

The third floor was where the servant quarters was and also the attic. Another part of the house that was off limits. The dark room they kept me in was also on the third floor. I wondered if I was going to keep sleeping there as we passed it.

As we decided to go downstairs Esmeralda started walking towards the elevator so I followed her and thanked God under my breath. The stairs are just so damn long.

She entered but stopped me from entering. "Wha-",

"Mr Moretti bans you from ever entering the elevator saying you were here to suffer", she said and I watch her in awe as she pressed the close button. Her face straight as the doors closed.

I scoffed. I cannot believe that asshole. I was meant to suffer?. Ugh! He was so infuriating. He was the biggest bastard I had ever met. I hated him so much.

In anger I made my way down the long stairs. Sending curses to Mr Moretti. When I reached the first floor I'm panting like an antelope that made a quick escape from a lion.

Esmeralda had her bags with her as she stood at the front door. "Be very careful here. I'll be back every week to make sure you're taking good care of this place", she said and then walked out of the house with her luggages.

I sighed, let out a shaky breath then made my way to the kitchen to start my work.

I was nearly done with the first floor when Mr Moretti and some men walked in. I tried to finish my mopping hastily and rushed to pick up the cleaning materials but I unfortunately knock the mopping bucket over causing the dirty water to splash out. Oh no.. oh no.. oh no.

I dared to look up. Mr Moretti whispered to Lucas and had him escort his supposed guests to the other living room.

When the room was empty he shot me a death glare. "Are you f*****g stupid?", he asked in anger and I cowered. "I thought I told you to get this place ready before I got back, didn't I?!",

"Y.. yes", I fearfully stuttered.

"Mop it",

I immediately picked up the mop but he stopped me.

"No, with your dress", he said and I slowly looked up at him.

"W..what but-",

"I said.. MOP IT!", he yelled at me.

"Okay.. okay", I said, nodding vigorously as I used my dress to mop the dirty water. My hands were shaky, my breath was hitched and my eyes were stinging with tears at the verge of falling.

"And hurry up, when you're done bring drinks for guests and I", he ordered as he walked away to the other living room.

My tears started to fall even if I was trying so hard to keep them at bay, they just keep pouring down my eyes like a waterfall. C'mon Elena, be strong please!.

By the time I'm done mopping the floor with my dress. My whole body reeks of dirty water and my dress was wet. I endured it clinging on to my skin as I walked. I quickly washed my hands and brought out a bottle of alcohol. I ended up picking whisky. I shrugged, he didn't even tell me which one to pick.

I don't know how many guests so I just hurriedly carried six glasses. Put them on a tray and careful walked to the second living room. I stopped at the door, trying to signal Nico.

He caught me eye and raised a brow. I mouthed a 'please come' hoping Mr Moretti wouldn't catch me. I couldn't walk into the place with my dress reeking of dirt.

Nico lowered himself and whispered into Mr Moretti's ears. My eyes widened. Nico you jerk.

Mr Moretti's eyes immediately meets me and I'm stuck in place. He whispered something into Nico's ear and I watched Nico as he walked over to me.

"Mr Moretti said if it's because of your dress then you should take it off and serve them immediately", he told me and I'm shocked to my bones. Take it off? He wants me to be half naked serving them? What does he think I am, a stripper or some slut?!.

I scoffed then placed the tray on a nearby table.

"He's giving you ten seconds", Nico said and I bit down on my lip. Damn it to hell.

I reluctantly took of my dress, dumped it on the ground, took off my shoes because they were also wet and carried the tray into the room.

"Ooh such a nice way you're serving us Mr Moretti", one of the guest said as I used my eyes to count them. Luckily they were five so I had an extra glass.

"Damian never disappoints", another joked and they all laughed.

I felt they're eyes on me as I placed the tray on the center table. I opened the bottle, praying to God no one slaps my behind.

"She's a hot one", one of them commented as I served him a glass of the alcohol.

Mr Moretti was the last. I hadn't looked at him since I entered the room. His eyes were already on me as I approached him.

I poured him a glass and gave it to him. Just as I was about to go, he stopped me with a glance. "You stay here until we're done",

"Okay", I answered.

"Okay?", he questioned.

"Um Okay", I replied more calmly, maybe I sounded rude the first time.

"Your father calls me sir, so don't think a little rat like you is going to address me without it", He warned and I closed my eyes briefly at the insult.

"Okay.. sir", I said with a strained voice.

"Good", he said and I wished I could roll my eyes at him or better yet bash his head with the whisky bottle. Idiotic Moron.

"Are you glaring at me?", Mr Moretti asked even if he wasn't looking up at me from where he sat.

I gulped in fear, "Uh no.. sir", I quickly lied.

"Smile princess what's the frown for", one of the quests said to me and I let out a very strained smile. Mr Moretti held on to my wrist.

"If my guest said smile, you f*****g smile.. f*****g laugh even", he warned and they all laughed. I smiled, painfully.

"Take it easy Damian”, one of them teased.

"Hey girlie, why don't you dance for us?",

"Leave the girl alone Alfonso", the last one I served before me Moretti says, taking a sip of his whiskey. Yeah Alfonso leave me alone damnit.

"C'mon it's just a dance", Alfonso said with a careless shrug of his broad shoulders but not as broad as Mr Moretti. Mr Moretti made his suit look quite tight. You could see his muscles, straining the suit like it wanted air and he wore his black button down with three buttons open, giving a good view of his firm chest. Elena!.

I focused on the men again, dying my thoughts of Mr Moretti.

A slow music started playing and the men started cheering. I looked at Mr Moretti with confused eyes.

"What are you waiting for?", he asked me.

"But I-", I start to argue but he stopped me.

He whispered with gritted teeth, "Five seconds",

Fuck!.

It was a sensual song so I started to sway my hips stiffly because I sure as hell didn't want to dance right now. I wasn't really a bad dancer but I never danced in front of people especially men who looked at me with hungry eyes.

"C'mon Mamacita free that body of yours", Alfonso said and I felt like jabbing him in the throat. God I hated the guy.

I let out a small breath then slowly started to loosen up. I was moving my body to each beat and rhythm. My hips were unintentionally swaying with my hands in the air. The whole room had their eyes on me. And for the first time since I came here I smiled, completely forgetting my situation. I even forgot that there were dangerous men feasting their eyes on me.

When I turned I was faced with Mr Moretti. He had shock in his eyes as he watched me dance. I could tell he never expected this. He looked over my body like a lion who was ready to devour his prey.

He picked up his drink and drank a bit. He licked his lips afterwards not tearing his eyes away from me for even a second.

I gulped as I lost balance and fell on one of the men. I was glad it wasn't Alfonso. The way he stared at me while I was dancing told me if he was the one I landed on, he'd rip my bra off immediately.

They cheered as I got off the man. Mr Moretti looked at me harshly and I looked away putting a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"Turn off the music. Let's head to my office gentlemen", he said and the men grumbled. Especially Alfonso. He seriously needed to chill. Geez.

As the men exited they left compliments.

"You're a good dancer",

"What a show",

"See you next time sweetie",

"Here's my number, darling", Alfonso said as he passed me. I took it, holding back my disgusted face from surfacing.

When all all of them had left the room Mr Moretti stopped beside me. I stiffened at his presence. He took the paper Alfonso had given me and folded it up before putting it into his suit pocket.

"Make it match next time", he said awfully close to my ear and left the room.

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding then looked down at my underwear. It was purple while my bra was black. Definitely not matched.