The Mafia King's Virgin Healer

Flog her

"I can't believe you are making us go through this again instead of summoning the lady you bumped into at the hospital?" Alex tilted her head to stare at Pedro with her hands folded across her chest.They were sitting in Pedro's living room, waiting to interview another potential virgin who might break the curse.

After considering everything that had happened so far, Pedro had decided not to bring the mysterious Maya Miller before him. His curse was from a witch, and it was better to stick to the normal virgin requirement for breaking the curse than to dabble into another witch girl. That's why when he heard that someone had applied for the nanny position, he felt excited and ready to accept the person if she met the requirement.

"I don't like her," Pedro said, rubbing his temple.

"What is there not to like? She might actually be the savior you're looking for," Alex insisted.

Pedro was silent for a while before he turned to stare at Alex.

"What?" Alex asked suspiciously.

"I hate witches."

"I know that very well," Alex nodded. "But does it matter? Even if you suspect that she's a witch, she might really save you."

"I don't want to find out," Pedro said dismissively, indicating that the conversation was over.

"That stubborn man," Alex muttered under her breath, while Pedro remained unfazed by her silent tantrums.

"Boss, she's here," Beatrice, the head housekeeper, announced, her voice echoing in the vast space as she led a lady before Pedro.

Pedro's eyes instantly widened as he saw the lady that was brought before him.

Maya's heart stuttered in her chest. She had been gasping in awe ever since she was let into the massive compound and into the lavish house, but now, she was beyond shocked to meet the owner of the house. There, seated in a leather armchair that could have been mistaken for a throne, was the same green-eyed man she'd collided with at the hospital. His pale skin seemed to glow against his tailored black suit, but his beauty was frosty – bewitching and dangerous. His presence dominated the room like a gathering storm.

Beside him sat an elegant woman with cascading brown curls that caught the afternoon light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her warm smile was uplifting, unlike his frozen demeanor, and Maya found herself instantly drawn to her approachable energy.

"The father and mother must have produced a beautiful child," Maya thought, studying what she assumed to be the parents of her future charge.

Although the requirements for the job were ridiculous, she couldn't resist the eye-catching pay. Thirty thousand dollars monthly was more than enough to take care of her sister's health bills and some of her father's debt. So she desperately needed this job.

Alex stylishly peeked at Pedro and saw him gazing at Maya with undisguised disdain. She had already known the result of this interview.

First, the tattoos on the girl's body were a no-no, as Pedro despised tattoos. Secondly, she looked so rough and unappealing from head to toe, dressed in an olive tank top with ripped jeans and worn boots. Even her hair was two strange colors. The only good thing was her ocean-blue eyes, which Alex didn't think was enough to make Pedro reconsider.

Yet, there was something about this strange lady, and Alex was still trying to grasp what it was.

Maya felt her skin prickle under Pedro's scrutiny. His intense and domineering eyes burned on her with a judgmental glint, and without thinking, she began talking, "Um... my hair. It's natural, I mean the color. I didn't dye it." She quickly explained, hoping that would lift any prejudice they might have in their hearts.

"And the tattoos?" Pedro finally spoke, gracing Maya with his thick and mesmerizing voice which she had longed to hear again. "Did they also grow on you naturally?"

Maya's fingers instinctively traced one of her tattoos as she lifted her chin defiantly. "I drew them myself, and don't even think of discriminating against me because of them. They're my babies." Her eyes met his, blue clashing against green in a silent battle of wills.

Pedro was taken aback by the strange woman's reply. Who the hell calls tattoos their babies? He remembered her vividly: the blue-eyed lady with sunset hair he'd been searching for.

He didn't want to bring her before him, but here she was. She had managed to present herself before him of her own accord.

That very day, she was wearing a hoodie, but looking at the full package now, Pedro felt like puking. His expectations and longings were brutally crushed the moment she walked into the room. She ticked all of what he hated.

Maya saw the look on Pedro's face and noted one important thing: he doesn't like her. Perhaps she could persuade the wife since women run the home, and she seems like a nice person.

Like her prayer was being answered, Maya saw the lady sitting beside the angry guy chuckle before speaking up. "My dear, I'm Alexandra. But you can call me Alex. What is your name?"

"Oh, you're so nice, Alex, and I love your name! I'm Maya Miller," Maya responded enthusiastically, grateful for the friendly presence.

"Such a wonderful name you have too, Maya," Alex's smile widened genuinely.

"Thank you," Maya beamed. "Unlike your husband, you're so welcoming and beautiful inside and out. I would be honored to work for you. Please consider me for this job, I promise to follow all the family's rules and work efficiently."

"Hahahaha..." Alex finally couldn't hold back, as she burst into laughter with her shoulders shaking. She'd never witnessed anyone bold enough to speak this way before Pedro, and it delighted her to no end. The possibility of having someone who could ruffle Pedro's perfectly controlled feathers was too tempting to ignore.

"I see you two are having fun," Pedro's voice cut through the laughter like a blade. "Miller, or whatever you call yourself, when you're done with this nonsense, turn around and get out of my house. I don't need someone like you here."

"It's Maya, sir. Miller is my surname," she corrected, missing how Beatrice's face drained of color at her continued defiance.

Pedro's eyes flashed dangerously, but Alex intervened with a dramatic pout. "Such a petty man. What's wrong with this beautifully hearted lady? Let's take her. Accept her for the job, hubby."

"Don't freaking call me that again, Alex, or you won't like what follows," Pedro spat, his words sharp as icicles.

Alex's face fell as she bit her lip, shrinking into herself.

"Hey!" Maya stepped forward, her protective instincts flaring. "I don't care if you'll be my boss or not. Just be fair to your wife and don't talk to her that way."

"You can tell him that again, my dear; my husband is such a hard man," Alex murmured, though her words carried clearly in the tense atmosphere.

"ALEX!" Pedro's voice thundered through the room, ripping with lethal venom.

Alex shuddered and hunched over, covering her face with her palms as her shoulders began to shake with what appeared to be sobs.

"Hey, just be nice to your wife," Maya demanded, meeting Pedro's glacial glare with one of her own. It's obvious that she has already lost the job. "Even if you don't hire me, that's fine, but treat her better!"

Beatrice, watching from her position by the side, felt as though she was witnessing someone walk straight into a lion's den. This stranger had no idea who she was challenging—the infamous Pedro whose name alone made hardened men tremble.

"That's it." Pedro's words fell like a death sentence. Within seconds, four guards in black and white uniforms walked into the room, their faces stern and unyielding.

"Take her out and flog her until she realizes who she's dealing with," Pedro commanded, his voice carrying the weight of countless similar orders.

Little did Pedro know that the moment Maya leaves that room, all hell would break loose on him!