2 weeks later

It was getting late. Tonight we didn't need to make dinner since all the guys were out. Nonna left me in the kitchen to clean since she had to head home. I haven't seen any of the maids around for a while so I'm assuming they went to bed.

Cleaning calms my nerves so I don't mind being placed in here. I prefer it when the kitchens deserted like it is now, there's no awkward exchanges or smiles. Just silence. Oh beautiful silence.

*bang*

Well now that's just ironic. It sounded like someone dropped something? Maybe fell? The men must be back from their 'job'. Chucking the rag in the sink I quickly move to put away the other cleaning products I was using. I don't want to be alone with one of those guys. I shudder at the thought. Ew.

"What are you doing in here? It's late, you should be in bed."

The voice startles me and I turn around faster than lightning McQueen. Kachow

I think the universe hates me. First my dad gets murdered. Then I get kidnapped. Then I'm forced into becoming a maid, recruit or dying. Now the man who's enforced all my pain is standing in front of me with a deep gash above his eye and blood leaking from his stomach.

"I-I am sorry s-sir."

He groans while clutching his stomach and moving to sit down on one of the bar stools. "Since you're here, get the first aid kit. You can bandage me up. The first aid kits on the top shelf third cupboard from the left."

I don't argue. I'm not in the mood to be shot at, at the moment. Maybe in like an hour or so.

While lifting up my two hands and creating an 'L' with my fingers I move grabbing the kit. I open it and place it on the island bench. Then I wash my hands so I don't get the gash infected. While doing so I find a clean hand towel and wet it.

Mr Romano automatically widens his legs so I could get in closer. The position felt rather intimate. I could feel his hot breath along my chest as I began to dab at the bleeding cut to remove any dirt. Then grab some gauze and apply some pressure.

I end up standing in-between his legs checking to see if the bleeding had at least slowed. The four minutes I stood there felt more like four hours. He didn't say anything but there's some clear tension between us or just me but you could definitely cut it with a knife.

Once the bleeding had stopped I grabbed the butterfly stitches and placed them along the cut.

Thinking I was done I began to move away but his legs stopped me from doing so by putting pressure against my hips. He removed his dark grey T-shirt, careful not to touch the wound. "You're not done yet."

I didn't even acknowledge the wound, this man has a nice chest. Those abs? I really wanna run my tongue along them... no I don't. No, I, don't. I don't want to run my tongue along those delicious looking abs. That's absurd.

"Ahem." Yeah he noticed I was staring. The smirk painted on his face only made it worse.

I look down at the blood. It looks like a stab wound. I followed the same process as before but instead of butterfly stitches I applied some antibiotic cream and bandaged the wound up"

Once I was finished he allowed me to finally step away. "Um, you'll need to c-change the dressing and g-get stitches."

"I know principessa. Now you should get to bed." I didn't argue, just ran out of the room like any sane person would. He definitely thinks I'm crazy.

Running down the hall I turned left and unlocked the door to my room. It was dark inside. I could hear the light snores of the other maids.

Tiptoeing into the bathroom I took my five minute shower, changed into my hoodie and tiptoed into bed.

Tonight's activities replayed through my head on a loop. I could still feel the way his legs felt pressed against my hips. His hot breath. Ugh! I refuse to feel anything for that nut job. He killed my dad! He kidnapped me. I will not feel anything but hate for the man. I won't even feel lust. I bet he has a small dick anyway.

You best bet your ass that's what I fell asleep thinking about.... His itty bitty penis.

Working all day, cleaning, cooking and being harassed by men really tires a girl out. It's currently Friday, around 6pm. When I entered my bedroom I spotted the three other maids all in club wear.

They were all fighting for space to look into the mirror to do their makeup. "H-hey, I'm sorry for in-interrupting but I thought we weren't allowed to leave?"

One of the girls. Who's petite, blonde and wearing a purple two piece that brings out her eyes acknowledges my presence. "Every Friday night from 6:30pm to 4am Sunday, we have off. It's the only time we're allowed to leave the premise."

Oh. I thought I'd never see anyone from outside the confines of this house ever again. It'd be nice to explore the city. Remind myself that I can do this. I won't make a run for it this weekend, maybe two weeks from now. I can get a feel and devise my best concoction of a fool proof plan.

I watched the girls continue to argue while making themselves up. Sure they're all mean but you got to admit they're all gorgeous.

I waited till I was alone. I'd received some more clothes yesterday. Just simple items, a black skirt, pair of jeans, multiple coloured T-shirt, socks.... just the basic needs really.

I decided to wear my jeans with a white tee and a grey cardigan. My sneakers were last. I'm not planning on being uncomfortable.

The halls were deserted. I expected as much. It's a Friday night. Everyone will be out partying and living up their lives. That's not my kind of scene. Maybe I'll find a library that's open late. I could take out a book so I have some entertainment.

The hallways were pretty much deserted except a few guards which were posted throughout the house in case anything happens. They ignore me as I pass by, I wish nonna was still here. She leaves everyday at 5pm. Although she may visit over the weekend with her husband. I believe Mr Romanos mothers been wanting the family to get together.

"Where do you think you're going?" Automatically I felt shivers down my spine.

"M-Mr Romano. I was j-just planning on h-heading out."

"Mmm, were you now? Where did you plan on going?"

"T-To the library?"

He descended the staircase and came to a stop in front of my shaking body. "Now how do I know that you won't run off the second you leave?"

"I-I promise sir."

"Look me in the eye when you speak to me." I raised my eyes from his chest to his face. Butterfly's. Why is my body like this? I shouldn't feel butterfly's. He is a bad man.

"I don't trust you to not run when you leave so you will come with me where I can keep an eye on you. If I find I can trust you then you will have the same freedom as my other maids."

"I'm coming w-with you?"

"Yes." He seemed surprised at his own answer. Although he quickly slipped his face back to the expressionless way it normally is.

"Go put on a dress. Or something short. We're going to one of my clubs."

"I-I don't own anything like that s-sir." He sighs frustrated with this conversation.

"My sister has some clothes she keeps in her room for when she stays here. Follow me."

I follow him back up the staircase. I've never been up here before. I know some of the maids clean around here but we mostly stay on the ground floor.

We continue up one more flight of stairs. The forbidden floor where our bosses and the most important people within the business stay. It's mainly empty except for his brother, himself and possibly a few others. I know that's where his family stays, each have dedicated rooms. This floor is completely off limits unless beckoned by the boss himself which almost never happens.

He opens the door to one of the many rooms. Inside there's a large window and the room itself has a clear feminine touch. There's a vanity in the corner filled with makeup, jewellery and perfumes.

I follow him to the fully stocked closet. "Find something to wear." He looks me up and down.

"You can use her makeup, jewellery and whatever too." Then he turned around and closed the door behind him. Okay.

I feel like I'm in my own barbie dream house. Or playing dress up. It's a little exciting. Her clothes are all very expensive. I hope his sister doesn't mind me borrowing an outfit.

I find a red satin structured corset mini dress. Immediately I'm drawn to it. The colour compliments my skin tone.

I've never really done much glamorous makeup so I quickly add some shimmery eyeshadow with a red lip to match the dress. I leave my hair down since I have no idea what to do with it. His sisters shoes are a size too small but I can shove my feet into them. I pick out a pair of red strappy pumps. Yes, I may be breaking an ankle tonight.

He knocks on the door before entering wearing a white button up and grey slacks. He's fine. His eyes obviously roam my figure. His lips tilt slightly. "Let's go." His tones rough and cold. His slight smile disappears while I follow him out of the room.