It's been weeks since the fight between Master Terrone and Master Jose, and the tension has been palpable. Mistress Venita, his wife, has been a constant thorn in my side, and I've been feeling the strain. As I mopped the kitchen floor, Emily approached me, her voice soft and cautious. "Hey Allison, the mistress wants to see you." I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with possibilities. Emily shook her head, "Not my orders, but hers." She chuckled at my pouting face, and I couldn't help but laugh too. This was the fifth time that morning she'd summoned me, and it was always for some trivial task. I couldn't help but feel a growing resentment towards her.I wiped my hands on my apron and made my way to the sitting room, where Mistress Venita sat cross-legged, sipping her wine. Her son Leonardo looked eerily like her, with the same cold, calculating gaze. I bowed my head, feeling a shiver run down my spine as she fixed me with a dangerous glare. The Ndrangheta family was known for their
Their tongues followed the same pace as they continued kissing so deeply and intensely, Allison couldn't help but moan out in pleasure, she could feel Romario's hands roaming around her exposed neck. “Master, I.. can't” Allison whined as she pushed Romario off her body, so as to breathe a little. Romario wanted to get angry but when he saw the flushed expression on his slave. Allison blushed heavily as she pushed her face out of her face, “I beg to take my leave now” she said as she bowed, turning to leave.Romario grasped her waist and pulled her back, his husky voice warning, "I don't want to see that guard around you again, Allison." She felt a shiver run down her spine as she replied, "Yes, master," and quickly retreated. Romario chuckled, sitting on his bed, his fingers tracing his lips as he blushed, remembering the recent kiss. He shook his head, dismissing the thought; this was unusual behavior. Was he starting to like his slave? The idea made him uneasy.Leonardo entered the
Romario's POVMy eyes widened in confusion as Namiro's statement hung in the air. "She wants to leave with me?" I thought to myself, trying to process the sudden urgency. We were engaged, I knew that much, but what was driving this sudden rush? Namiro seemed to ignore my confusion, brushing past me as she headed upstairs, leaving me feeling bewildered and concerned. Leonardo, her loyal companion, was whispering something in her ear, no doubt fueling the fire. I shot a glance at my mom, who was sipping her coffee with a knowing smirk on her face. "That Jose's daughter sure knows how to safeguard her man," she taunted, but a stern glare from me silenced her immediately.My pet, sensing my unease, bowed and scurried off to attend to her duties. I followed Namiro upstairs, my mind racing with questions. What was going on? Why the sudden change of heart? As I approached the room next to mine, I could hear hushed whispers between Namiro and Leonardo. It seemed that's where she intended to m
Allison POVI tried to protest, but my words were drowned out by the masters and servants dragging me away. I struggled and kicked, but they were too strong. They threw me into a dark, damp cell, the iron door clanging shut behind me. I heard the sound of keys locking me in, and I was left alone in the darkness.As I caught my breath, I tried to make sense of what had happened. Why had Master Leonardo accused me of trying to kill Namiro? And why had Namiro thrown herself down the stairs? It didn't make any sense. I was just a slave, trying to survive in this cruel household. I shed so much tears as I lay on the cold floor thinking of my miserable life, I just wished for someone to help me.Romario's POVI was in my office, working on Tristian's release with an attorney I could bribe to go against the government. Desperate times called for desperate measures, after all. The attorney said he could only get Tristian out on parole, so Tristian needed to lay low.Just then, Venita burst i
Everybody stared at Leonardo in sympathy; Terrone Ndrangheta wasn't the kind of man to be joked with. Terrone could only glare at his son, pushing his hands away before walking out, to everyone's surprise. "That's certainly surprising," Venita grumbled, strolling back into her room; the entertainment was over.Leonardo helped Namiro up, her leg injured from the fall. Namiro hung her head in shame as she passed Romario, who didn't utter a word; he'd need to talk to her later. Romario picked up Allison, who was shivering on the ground, and whispered encouraging words as she cried profusely. He took her to the slave quarters, where several servants stared at him in shock, but he ignored them and walked towards Emily, who was standing on the sidewalk. "Take me to her room now," Romario demanded, and Emily nodded, leading the way. When they arrived, Romario gently placed Allison on the bed. He turned to Emily immediately, "Get her some food and let her rest," Romario ordered, before leavin
Allison POV It's been weeks since I was released from the dungeon, and I'm still in shock. Master Terrone's sudden mercy has me on edge - something feels off. Mistress Namiro has been avoiding me, but her piercing stares still make me uneasy. I don't know what her problem is, but that woman is unpredictable."Stop daydreaming and clean!" Master Leonardo barks, storming upstairs. His taunts are nothing new, but I've grown used to them. I continue cleaning the dining table, ignoring Venita's venomous glares. She can't touch me, thanks to Master Romario's protection, and that gives me a sense of security."Allison, get here now!" the head maid yells, her annoyance palpable. I sigh and hurry over, her malice-filled gaze following me. I understand her resentment - Master Romario gave me a week off, and the other servants are jealous. "I need you to help Carlos and the guards move the fittings," she says, her tone dripping with disdain. My eyes widen in confusion - I'm no guard, and I know
Romario's POVToday, I headed to the High Court of Justice in southern Italy for Tristian's hearing. I didn't have time for breakfast, so I grabbed a coffee at Costco on the way, needing the caffeine to stay calm during the proceedings. Ken accompanied me, just in case things went awry and Tristian started talking recklessly. We arrived at the court, and the judge was already seated with the prosecutors. We slipped in unnoticed, taking seats at the back to observe.The prosecutor addressed Tristian, "You're accused of human trafficking, and now your attorney claims to have evidence of your innocence. That's suspicious." Tristian's nervousness was palpable. Our attorney defended, "My client initially pleaded guilty to protect his family from the real traffickers, who threatened them. He's willing to reveal their names." The judge nodded thoughtfully. The hearing continued, with more debates and what I considered to be lies. I couldn't help but feel disdain for the court system, where b
Allison POVFor over two weeks, my failed escape plan was the talk of the manor, with most servants astonished that I was still alive. The masters punished me with tedious tasks for those two weeks, and Carlos avoided me since the incident where Master Romario slammed his head against the wall. After a month, the topic was finally forgotten. The head maid, who had also been given tedious tasks, stopped bothering me. Master Romario became somewhat nicer to me, using a softer tone, which made me feel special, but still, he was Master Romario - unpredictable and prone to sudden outbursts and slaps.One day, while I was lost in thought, Anastasia asked, "Why are you always daydreaming?" Rosita and Emily burst out laughing at my discomfort. Anastasia had joined our little group or whatever this was, and I rolled my eyes at their teasing. "Don’t you have work today?" I asked Anastasia, who replied, "I got the 'get lost' memo" with a playful wave goodbye as she headed to her duties.I was as
ROMARIO POVI woke up alone, assuming Allison had gone to do her chores. She insisted on it to quell the rumors spreading through the manor. Her determination to maintain appearances was admirable, but I wished she wouldn't feel obligated.Stretching, I headed to my father's office, curious about the news he promised. Hopefully, it was about the elusive mole Ken had been searching for. That traitor had been evading detection for far too long.As I entered, my father's gloomy expression matched the somber mood that had plagued him since Jose's departure. His eyes seemed to hold a perpetual shadow."Good morning," I greeted, taking a seat opposite him.He merely hummed, his eyes fixed on some unseen point, his brow furrowed.I rolled my eyes. "What's this meeting about?"Tristan's expression darkened, his voice laced with anger. "You tell me... You've been frolicking with that so-called pet slave of yours all over town."I sensed a lecture brewing."Why do you want to disgrace our fami
ALLISON POV I slowly opened my eyes to find myself nestled in Romario's bed, my face buried in the warm nook of his neck. His hand rested comfortably on my waist, a gentle reminder of his presence. This had been our sleeping position for weeks now, and I couldn't help but savor every moment of it. The familiarity of his scent, the rhythm of his breathing, and the security of his embrace all combined to create a sense of tranquility I'd never known before."Pet, are you awake?" Romario's low, husky voice snapped me out of my reverie, sending shivers down my spine.I stretched my body like a languid cat, arching my back and extending my limbs. Then, I turned to him, my eyes locking onto his. "Good morning, Master," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.Romario's gaze held mine for a moment before he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. His lips lingered, sending warmth spreading through my entire body. Then, he stood up, his movements fluid and deliberate, and headed to the bath
THIRD PERSON POV An unsettling silence enveloped the manor as Jose stormed out, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. Romario swiftly intervened, dispersing the gathered maids back to their duties.Meanwhile, Leonardo rushed to Tristian's aid, helping him up from the floor where Jose's violent outburst had left him with a broken nose."Let's get you to your room," Leonardo suggested.As they navigated the corridors, Romario's mind reeled with questions. Who was this Gracia that Jose had passionately referred to as his "everything"? Why would Jose have someone else when he and Tristian had been together for over twenty years?Upon reaching Tristian's room, Leonardo gently laid him down on the bed."Thanks for your help, you can leave now," Tristian said.Romario's eyes widened in disbelief."We're not going anywhere until you explain what just happened," Romario insisted.Leonardo nodded in agreement, but Tristian's expression remained resolute, his eyes guarded."It's none of your bu
ROMARIO POVI sat at my desk, engrossed in paperwork, when a knock interrupted my focus."Come in, the door's open," I muttered, not bothering to look up.Ken pushed the door open, escorting a shivering man into my office.My brow furrowed in confusion as I set aside my pen."Who is this?" I demanded, eyeing the trembling individual.Ken stepped forward."This is the gold dealer, Boss," he replied.My expression transformed into pure rage as I rose from my chair.This was the man responsible for jeopardizing our alliance with the Genovese family.I strode toward him, my voice menacing."So, you're the one who thought he could deceive me," I sneered.The old man quivered."We paid you for the purest gold, yet you delivered fake," I accused.He shook his head frantically."I swear on my life, I gave your second-in-command the real gold chain," he pleaded.I scoffed at his feeble attempt to deflect blame."Your life was forfeit the moment you decided to double-cross me," I growled.The m
ALLISON POV "Get your lazy bones to work!" Mera snarled, her sharp tone slicing through my thoughts like a razor. I shot her a withering glare before trudging towards the kitchen, tasked with preparing breakfast alongside Emily. My feet felt heavy, weighed down by the turmoil brewing within. As I walked, I made sure to steer clear of Master Romario's path. For over a week, I had been avoiding him, haunted by the head maid's ominous warning: "He'll discard you like the others." Those words echoed in my mind like a malevolent mantra, fueling my deepest fears. What if I wasn't enough? What if Romario tired of me, just like he had with the others? The kitchen's warmth enveloped me, but my thoughts remain icy. "You're burning the sausages!" Emily shrieked, rushing to extinguish the flames dancing in the pan. I apologized profusely, my face burning with embarrassment, as I opened the windows to clear the smoke. Emily's worried gaze met mine, her brow furrowed. "What's wrong?
ROMARIO POV I woke up to the warm sunlight peeking through the blinds, illuminating my lavish bedroom. Stretching my arms, I tossed off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Today was the party in Mexico. My mind drifted to Allison, my pet. Lately, she'd been avoiding me, and I couldn't understand why.As I packed my bag, my thoughts lingered on Allison's captivating eyes. What had driven her away?Just as I zipped my bag shut, a knock at the door broke the silence."Boss, your private jet is ready," Ken, my pilot, announced."Give me a sec," I replied, grabbing my bag.I took one last glance around the room, ensuring I hadn't forgotten anything."Ready," I said, opening the door.Ken nodded and took my bag. "We need to move if we want to make our Mexico City deadline."I nodded and followed Ken out the door.The warm sun hit me as we stepped onto the tarmac. My sleek private jet awaited, engines humming."All set, boss?" Ken asked.I nodded and boarded the jet.As
Leonardo POV My mind was filled with rage was I saw my brother, Ramiro sharing a kiss with Kate, I felt like slamming him into a world but I just ignored both of them and left to the front yard. I rushed into my car and drove out of the manor, the guards at the door were giving me weird stares but I paid them no mind. Life wasn't fair to me at all. I am Leonardo Ndrangheta, the second son of Terrone Ndrangheta, the useless son as most people like to whisper behind my back. I have always lived in the shadow of Romario, he is better than me in every aspect, and that infuriates me.I drove to the nightclub, “Favre” is the most popular club in this side of Italy, the owner is my bestfriend; Vinnie Paz. As I moved inside the club making sure to avoid the sweaty bodies, I made my way to the VIP section and sat there. I called the waiter to give me his strongest drink, I had also drank four shots of tequila when Vinnie rushed to my side and seized the fifth glass. “Give it back!” I push
Allison POVWeeks have passed since Venita's death, and while Master Romario tries to hide it, I can tell it still affects him. However, he seems to have moved on. As I cleaned the sitting room, Kate glared at me, but remained silent. When I mentioned her threats to Master Romario, he told her to leave me alone, and she's been doing that for over a month now. I've almost forgotten she lives in the manor.Today, I noticed Kate was having issues with Master Leonardo, who's been giving her icy glares all morning. "Master Leonardo, here's the water you requested," I said, handing it to him. He took it and drank, then smashed the glass on the floor, startling Kate and me. "That's how shattered I feel because of you!" he screamed at Kate before storming out.Kate rolled her eyes completely looking unfazed by his actions, and muttered, “he's such a drama queen”. I cleaned the broken glasses making sure none pierced into my skin. Kate concentrated on her movie and kept laughing completely
Romario POVI sat in the police van, my hands cuffed behind my back, struggling to understand the surreal situation. Venita's sudden death didn't make sense, and I couldn't believe Officer Naveen had arrested me for her murder. The throbbing headache worsened due to the siren noise, making it hard to think clearly.My dad tried to reassure me, "Stay strong, Mario. I'll call Steven and he would sort this out." I nodded, overwhelmed by the pain and unable to respond. I glanced at my pet, seeing tears fill her eyes, and muttered to myself, "Don't cry, baby. Pretty girls should never cry." But I knew no one heard me. The events of the past few hours seemed like a blur, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I knew I needed to stay strong and focus on clearing my name, but the pain and uncertainty made it difficult to think straight.Officer Naveen exchanged words with my dad before we drove off in the police van. I leaned my head against the window glass, staring at the passing