MAFIA WORLD with the Brat

Episode 3

Aurora's POV

Masakit ang ulo ko, surprised to find myself in a different room. My clothes were also different.

"Oh no! What happened? Where am I? Why am I like this? OMG, if Dad finds out I'm not in my room, he'll restrict me even more," I thought, confused.

Tiningnan ko ang cellphone ko at nakita ko ang mga tawag ni Dad. "Patay! paano na to!" bulong ko sa sarili ko.

"You're awake, dear. Here, have some hot soup to help with your hangover," an old woman said to me, probably a house helper based on her attire.

"I don't want soup! Who are you? And why am I here?" inis na tanong ko sa matanda. "English english pa eh katulong lang naman," sabi ko dito.

My reaction took her aback, but I didn't care. I didn't know her.

"Ah kasi po dinala ka dito ng amo ko at puno ka ng suka kaya kita binihisan," she explained.

"Yeah, I'm sure your employer is so kind. And he brought me here without an ulterior motive," I retorted sarcastically.

"Please get me some cold orange juice and a proper breakfast. I want bread, bacon, and eggs," I ordered the helper.

She looked at me with irritation due to my demanding tone.

"What?! Are you deaf? Go!" I snapped at her.

"St...p...d," I muttered under my breath.

"Hey! Don't talk to my staff that way. You have no gratitude," yelled a man in his mid-twenties.

He was handsome and tall, but his face was scowling with irritation.

"You must be the one who brought me here, Mr, whoever you are. What's your plan? If you want money, just call my dad. After I eat, I'm leaving, and I have other plans with my friends," I went on a long rant, which only deepened the furrow on his forehead.

"Are you for real? How dare you act all high and mighty in someone else's house! Whatever beauty you possess on the outside is overshadowed by your ugly attitude!" he snarled.

"So what! Did I say you brought me to your house? Are you some kind of syndicate that kidnaps girls and sells them? Let me tell you, don't even think about starting what you're planning because my Daddy won't spare you," I threatened.

"You know what? You are something," he said, visibly frustrated.

"I know?!" I retorted with attitude.

I glared at the man, feeling a mixture of fear and defiance.

He was not someone to be trifled with, but I wasn't about to back down easily.

The older woman attempted to diffuse the tension.

"Please, both of you, let's not argue. Miss, I'll get you your breakfast right away."

I turned my attention back to her, still keeping an eye on the man who claimed to be the owner of this house. "Make it quick."

The man scoffed at my behaviour, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You have some nerve. I don't know who you think you are, but you can't just waltz into someone's home and act like you own the place."

"Oh, spare me the lecture," I shot back, crossing my arms.

"I didn't ask to be here and certainly didn't ask for your hospitality. So, let's cut to the chase. What do you want from me?"

His frustration seemed to intensify as he struggled to maintain his composure.

"Look, I didn't bring you here for any sinister reasons. I found you drunk and helpless at the bar. I couldn't leave you there, so I brought you to my place to sober up."

I raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced by his explanation.

"And you expect me to believe you're just some random Good Samaritan? Why should I trust you?"

"You don't have to trust me. Frankly, I don't care whether you do or not," he retorted, crossing his arms, mirroring my stance.

"All I know is that you were in no condition to take care of yourself, and I didn't want you to end up in even worse trouble."

His words had a ring of sincerity to them, but I wasn't about to let my guard down so quickly.

"Fine, let's say I believe you. But that still doesn't give you the right to talk down to me or insult me."

He sighed, seemingly trying to calm himself down. "You're right. I shouldn't have called you ugly, and I apologize for that. But that doesn't excuse your attitude either."

I grudgingly acknowledged his apology, though my pride still stung from his earlier comments.

"Alright, point taken. But seriously, what do you want from me now? Can I leave?"

He shook his head.

"Not yet. At least until you've eaten something and sobered up properly, I won't have you passing out on the streets and getting into more trouble."

I narrowed my eyes, not thrilled about staying longer in this unfamiliar place.

"Fine, I'll eat, but only because I'm hungry. And once I'm done, I'm out of here."

He nodded, seemingly content with my compromise. "Fair enough. And for the record, I'm Matteo. If you'll excuse me, I'll leave you to your breakfast."

As he turned to leave, I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of curiosity mixed with annoyance.

Parang hindi ata sya Pinoy panay ang english. At may accent. "Hmmp! eh ano ngayon eh nasa bansa ko sya kaya dapat umayos sya!," inis na sabi ko sa sarili ko.

Matteo's POV

I couldn't stand being in her presence any longer. I didn't even bother to ask for her name; that's how irritated I was. But, to be honest, I wasn't interested in knowing her name either. "That entitled woman!" I fumed to myself.

"What does she think of herself? A princess? And she even mistook me for a syndicate member involved in selling girls! The nerve. With my appearance? Do I look like a kidnapper?! I know I'm a leader of an Underworld organization almost half of the globe, but that doesn't involve kidnapping and trafficking girls!" I seethed.

And that bossy attitude!

Wala syang respeto sa mga taong nakapaligid sa kanya. A real spoiled brat! I hope the daughter of my dad's friend, Aurora, isn't like that.

I called the driver to escort the woman and take her wherever she wanted after eating.

"I don't have the time to deal with such a woman. It's just a waste of time. I would have already given her a good lesson if she were my younger sister. It's as if she's not afraid of hardships because she acts like she's above everyone else. It's the first time a woman has boiled my blood like this. I mean, it's a different kind of boiling anger," I grumbled, still infuriated.

As the driver took her away, I couldn't help but hope I wouldn't cross paths with that woman again. She seemed like trouble, and I had more important matters to attend to as the leader of my organization. I needed to focus on my responsibilities and not let someone like her get under my skin.

Back in my office, I tried to shake off the lingering annoyance, focusing on the operations that required my attention.

As much as I disliked being disturbed by the encounter, a small part of me couldn't help but wonder what kind of person she truly was beneath her arrogant exterior.

But I quickly brushed those thoughts aside, reminding myself she was just an insignificant interruption in my world.

Regardless, I made a mental note to instruct my security team to keep an eye on her for a while in case she got into trouble. It was a pragmatic decision, not because I cared about her wellbeing, but because I couldn't afford any unnecessary complications.

With my mind refocused on more pressing matters, I pushed her out of my thoughts and resumed my work, determined not to let an infuriating encounter affect my judgment as a leader.

Despite my efforts to concentrate on work, the memory of the encounter with that woman lingered in my mind. I replayed our heated exchange, wondering what kind of person could provoke such intense emotions in me.

It was unusual for someone to get under my skin like that.

I couldn't shake off the curiosity about her as the hours passed.

Who was she?

What kind of life did she lead that made her act so entitled and dismissive of others?

I reminded myself that these thoughts were pointless distractions, but they persisted.

Finally, I decided to inquire discreetly about her through my network of informants.

After all, hindi naman masamang magpaimbistiga lalo na for security.

However, I made it clear to my team that it was purely for security purposes and not because I had any personal interest in her.

As the day went on, my attention was pulled back to the pressing matters at hand – deals to be made, alliances to be maintained, and rivalries to be kept in check.

As the leader of an Underworld organization, my time and focus were precious commodities, not to be wasted on trivial encounters.

In the following days, I received reports about her activities. Apparently, she was the daughter of a prominent businessman known for her rebellious and headstrong nature.

Her frequent escapades and disregard for rules caught the media's attention from time to time.

Her father's wealth seemed to shield her from most consequences, fueling her sense of entitlement.

"Look at destiny playing its games. So, you're the daughter of Papa's close friend, Aurora Ricci. The 17-year-old spoiled brat was entrusted to my care. That is interesting," I said with a wry smile.