The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

“W here the hell are all these Jennifers coming from?” Giovanni barked, yelling at security at the front gate to stop any woman from entering his property. They were even worse than reporters, leeching onto his property.

“Didn’t you advertise on television a few days ago that you wanted to meet your Jennifer again?” Bobby supplied the missing information that Giovanni hadn’t managed to digest the first time.

“I don’t know who Jennifer is. Do you?” Jonny whispered to Bobby.

“She’s boss’s little friend,” Bobby whispered back. “From way back. Back when…” Bobby timidly turned to Giovanni and stopped in midsentence.

Giovanni just sat there, a dark aura around him. His men knew perfectly if he didn’t shout, yell, or cuss at them, he would be in his worst mood.

Suddenly-

“Fuck this!” Giovanni snapped, having had enough shit for one day. “One of you, make me a cup of flat white.”

Bobby played tug of war with Finnie, pushing each other to do the job for their boss. Bobby ultimately lost. He sighed and wished he’d paid more attention to Jenny when she made the boss his coffee.

Five minutes later, Giovanni was still drumming his fingers on his desk, waiting impatiently for that coffee to arrive. His eyebrow twitched.

Another five minutes passed. Giovanni was gritting his teeth. He was on stage two of near combustion.

Another five minutes passed. Giovanni was brimming with anger, face boiling bright red.

Then Bobby finally arrived, carrying the cup of flat white.

“What the fuck took you so long? Fifteen minutes to make a cup of coffee?” Giovanni roared at his underling.

“Sorry, boss.” Bobby fidgeted under his stare. “Had a little trouble with the barista machine. The thing was hard to operate.” Giovanni showed Bobby his pissed off face, making him even more flustered, and he started talking nonsense. “Plus, we want to make sure it’s delicious.”

With this said, Bobby slid the cup across to his boss. And Giovanni took one sip-

And sprayed the rest back out onto Bobby’s face.

“What the fuck is this piss?” he growled, spitting the disgusting fluid from his mouth. “It doesn’t taste anything like coffee. And why is it lukewarm?”

Bobby snapped his eyes to Finnie. “You didn’t boil the water?”

“Hey? I thought you were the one who’d boiled the water?” Finnie shrugged his shoulders in defense mode.

Giovanni’s jaw ticked. “Why can’t you two numbnuts learn anything from Jay? Now how am I going to survive without my coffee?”

Both looked down at the floor, afraid to even make eye contact with their boss, since they’d failed miserably at this measly task.

Giovanni snorted through his nose. “Go, get out. Go and find Jay. If none of you finds her, be prepared to get a pay cut.”

“What? No, boss. Finnie, let’s go look for Jay at the school. Boss, we’ll be back around eight.”

Both Finnie and Bobby swirled on their toes and left, leaving behind Heath and Jonny to guard the door from any unknown Jennifer lurking on their property.

Giovanni really was getting a headache. He really needed his caffeine fix. And Jay was the only one who could remedy it.

Just as he was about to pop two headache pills into his mouth, his phone rang.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Giuseppe.

“Hello, sir,” he tempered his voice, showing respect for the older man. He wondered why the old man had to call him, though. Usually they’d meet up once a week, to discuss the group’s business dealings.

“Giovanni. How was your trip to Las Vegas?”

“Good sir. All the work has been settled. Our casino there is thriving.”

“That’s always good to hear. Listen, can we meet tomorrow?” Giuseppe’s voice crackled through the phone.

“Yes, sir. What about?” Giovanni clutched the phone next to his ear, leaning back in his chair.

“Rocco Bianco. I heard you didn’t get to meet him.”

Shit! He’d forgotten about Rocco. That was the night Jay dressed as a seductive princess, resulting in his hormones acting out of sync with his brains, and he’d ended up harassing her.

Could that be why she’d disappeared?

Shit! The thought didn’t sit well with him. On the one hand he wanted to sleep with her, but on the other he didn’t want to force her, especially since he relied on her coffee skills as an extension of his livelihood.

Giovanni immediately straightened up and refocused. “Yes, sir. I didn’t get to see him on that day. Something came up.”

“That’s good you didn’t make it. Rocco didn’t turn up either. I’m not sure why. But he’d contacted Maxwell again, saying he wanted to meet up to apologize about the last meeting. He also wants to renegotiate the loan. Meet me tomorrow, Giovanni. I want to talk about the terms of contract with you first, before you present anything concrete to him.”

“Where do you want to meet up, sir?”

“Italiano, the Italian restaurant next to Islington Amusement park.”

“Right, got it. I’ll see you there tomorrow. Formal occasion?” Giovanni asked, referring to their dress code.

Never had Giovanni appeared in front of the old man in anything less than grand attire. Giuseppe had brought him up that way, to enjoy the finer things in life, to appreciate what he’d worked hard for.

“Yes,” came the old man’s reply.

Giovanni answered with a curt response and waited for the phone call to end.

He sighed. Let’s get the meeting out of the way first, then I’ll search for Jay myself. Tomorrow, he’d find Jay. Come hell or high water, he’d make her his woman.