Sold To The Ruthless Mafia King

Sofia's POV

"I heard the boss is on his way to the house now."

"Really?"

"Yes, and I also overheard one of his men telling James that he had a bad day, you know what that means right?."

"Yes I do, we better carry out our duties very well so he would not vent his anger on us, this job is my only hope for survival and I can't afford to lose it"

"Me too, be quick with the cleaning." I overheard two maids talking with fear, well, who wouldn't sound frightened when they knew just who the Mafia king was and how he spared no one sympathy while dealing with them? I for one did not wish to cross paths with him when he is in a good mood, let alone when he is all pissed.

"What's left for you to do?" The voice of the maid drew me back to reality. I almost thought she had been referring to me, had I not turned around abruptly to find out that I was alone on the stairs I was cleaning.

The maids who I had heard their voices were under the staircase and were still speaking with each other.

"Not much, just the spot over here" I heard her respond.

"What are you two doing over there?" I heard a baritone voice ask.

I couldn't turn around for fear of coming eye to eye with the mafia king, I just kept my face straight and focused on my cleaning, while I paid attention to every move that was happening underneath me.

"Nothing," One of the maids answered in shock.

"Then get busy, you are not here to gossip but to work and you better do so before the boss catches you idle" The voice said.

It was then I breathed a sigh of relief as it occurred to me that it was not the boss who had confronted the other maids but one of his men. Nevertheless, I still did not dare to turn around to see who it was.

I finished cleaning the stairs and had thought I would be spared a few minutes to regain my strength when the head of maids asked me to go clean the boss's room.

"M–Ma?" I asked in shock.

"I said you should go take care of the boss's room." She repeated.

"B–But" I stammered, scared that objecting might provoke her.

"Do you have something to say?" she asked me.

I shook my head as I wasn't sure words would form in my mouth if I opened it to speak.

"Good, you better be on your way, make sure you finish up before he returns, or you will have yourself to blame for that." She said and was turning to leave when I spoke up.

"Who is going to assist me?" I asked.

"Assist you, ASSIST YOU you say," she said. The way she responded made me feel I had committed a crime by asking for an assistant.

"Yes ma" I said, not caring that I was shaking inside of me. I was terrified that I would be alone in his room when he returned.

"No one," she said.

"Aw," I said, opening my mouth wide. The house was a mansion and our boss room was the biggest in the house, next to the library. It was huge and before today, it took five maids to clean it up.

"You heard me right. You took forever to clean the stairs while everyone was doing other jobs, so this is your punishment" she said.

Facing the other girls who were in the room, standing in twos watching us, she asked "Or do any of you wish to help her out?"

They shook their heads in the negative.

"Then it is settled, you are taking care of the boss's room alone and you better make it sparkling or you will become food to his beasts tonight." She said and walked away.

I walked to the store room to go get my cleaning materials and as I walked I could hear the whispering of the girls. They were talking about how long it would take me to clean the room and how they had heard the boss was on his way home.

As I picked up the cleaning materials and walked upstairs to the boss's room, I hoped silently that when he returned he would not return to his room, but would instead choose to go to his study or have a conference call with his men or do anything that would not mean us crossing parts.

"Sofia" I heard my name as I climbed the last stairs. I turned back to see Aurora, a fellow maid at the end of the stairs.

"Be quick and careful" she said in more of a whisper than she had called my name.

"I will, thank you," I said in a whisper back.

My name is Sofia and I am 18 years old. I was sent to work for the Mafia King as one of his maids by my dad and stepmother in order to pay a debt owed by my family to the Mafia King, which I hope to pay back in a few months, although I was not aware of exactly how much our family owed the mafia king.

I have no close friends, I wasn't allowed to make or keep friends while living with my parents, and I was too busy anyway assisting with the house chores to have time to spend talking with anyone. Since I arrived at the Mafia king's house a week ago, Aurora has been the only maid who has shown me a little care.

I got to know that the others treated me like they did because I was both new and my faith was not yet decided or made final to them.

Most of them unlike me were there on an employment basis to make money for themselves or their families. Hence, the reason they treated me like an outcast, moreover they were not sure if I had not been sold to the mafia king as his slave.

Well, I'm used to being treated that way because that is the only way I have been treated since my mum passed away when I was only three years old and I have had to endure all manner of treatment from my step-mum and step-sister, who I'm same age as.

Shaking my head off the thought of the maids and my childhood, I walked briskly to the door of the Mafia King's room. The door is an enormous one and I had to drop my cleaning materials so I could open it with both of my hands.

This was the first time I would be going into his room, I have been allowed to clean everywhere but here and his study and I was glad they didn't want me doing that until today when I'm being forced in here to do it alone.

Entering the room, I picked up my cleaning materials, placed them on the floor inside the room and closed the door behind me. The room was more enormous than I had imagined.

It has a king-size bed, spread with brown sheets and a duvet, with fluffy pillows covered in the same colour as the sheets. There is a big carved brown sprayed dresser in the corner with a large mirror. There is a reading desk and a shelf full of books at another end of the room. There are two doors, one leading to the bathroom and another leading to his closet.

I was still daydreaming about how magnificent his room was when I heard his door crack open.

"Hey You," A baritone voice called at me. I froze and could not breathe.

Could that be Him? I wondered.