Freya was dressing Vincenzo's room when she heard the loud sound of shattered glasses. She flinched at the sound, turning to look at what had actually caused the noise. She was shocked to see Kelly standing beside the table, and before her is the shattered flower vase."Oh, no! That's the master's favorite vase." She exclaimed."And so? Come clean it up."Freya didn't mind how less concerned Kelly felt about her actions, she bent to get the glasses cleared up. Kelly walked out of the room with a loud sigh. While she was clearing the broken glasses with her hands, it scratched her thumb.She hissed painfully, stopping the rolling blood with her mouth. She used the long broom to clear the remaining glasses on the floor. She was contemplating on what to tell Vincenzo when he found out that his flower vase was no more.When he finally returned home, that was around minutes past eight. Some one came to call Freya while she was in the kitchen with the chef. Freya's heart skipped a beat. She
Vincenzo had left the house early in the morning, returning a few minutes past seven. He was surprised to walk inside his room to see a different figure arranging his bedroom. He frowned."Where is Freya?" He asked the servant who was almost done with dressing his room.He turned and bowed his head before he answered. "The mistress has restricted her from working here, so she had me in her place.""What?!" He questioned. "Where is Kelly?""She left a while ago after a brief call. She hasn't returned yet." He replied. He glared around the room, then back at him. "I'll need my maid back after today. You return to your section. Understood?""Yes, sir.""You have five minutes to get this dressed up." He said and left for his office. While in his way, he picked his phone from his pocket, dialing on Kelly's number. It says she was on another call. She finally called back after a while. "Hey, babe.""I need you in my office. Now.""Hey, what's the problem? Did some thing happened?""Just ge
"Here is 50 bucks. I'll need you to buy some fruits for my girlfriend, she needs them as soon as possible." He stretches the money to her. "I don't wanna return and hear silly excuses when I get back." He warned.Freya took the money from him. "What kind of fruits, sir?" She asked."You should ask her that." He said, fixing his wallet in his back pocket. Freya decided to use this opportunity to follow the other maids who were leaving for the market. She went to the sitting room where Kelly sat, sipping on her pineapple juice as she glared at the television screen."Ma'am," Freya called but Kelly at first ignored her. "Ma'am!" She called a bit louder. "What is it, Freya? Can't you see I'm a little busy right now?""The Master said I should ask you what type of fruit you like."She rolled her eyes at her. "I need apples, pineapple, and bananas. You can buy some additional fruits, I'll need more of them too.""Okay." Freya followed the maids who had already made their way to the door.
Freya jerked up, glaring around the room. How the fuck did she end up here? She doesn't remember what happened the previous night, and her head hurts from too much drinking at the bar. She remembered she had a duty to do, so she stepped out of bed, not minding what she was putting on. She was so preoccupied to think about it, she was more concerned about reaching Vincenzo's room as soon as possible. She had forgotten to knock on the door, so she pushed it open, meeting Vincenzo standing before her."Freya?" He called her name in a surprised manner, but then he recalls the incident last night, a frown played on his face. "I'll be back in less than twenty minutes, you've got a lot of questions to answer when I get back."Freya stood confused, she couldn't get what he was saying and why he had said that. Why does she need to answer questions? Did something happen?"Yes, sir." She muttered the words.He walked past her but then stopped. "Take a shower too, you smell like alcohol." He lef
Kelly is still not happy at how things have been going for the last two days since Freya went missing. The fact that she was able to survive the torture with the men was some thing that left her surprised. She can't stop from recalling how she watched him carry her in his arms, as if that isn't enough, he covered her with his jacket. That was his best jacket ever and he had her put it on.She was thinking of a way to terminate her, requesting for fruits won't work out this time. Vincenzo won't let her leave the mansion, so it would be the wrong timing for her."Fuck!" She cursed. "I hate you, Freya! You don't deserve to be here!""What happened this time?" Vincenzo said the moment he walked in. He had overheard her yelling and he wanted to know what went wrong."Nothing." She eyed him, storming out of the room. She was halfway to the door when Vincenzo said, "A friend of mine invited me to his party, you're invited too.""I'll think about it." She bangs the door.Vincenzo didn't both
Freya couldn't sleep. She held her necklace in her hand, staring at Olsen's picture. It was a gift given to her by Olsen on her 21st birthday. He had bought two, one had his picture while the other had hers."You once told me I was the best thing that ever happened to you, but now I am beginning to wonder if those words were only pranks. You have decided to let me face this ugly fate you created, stuck in a world of hate and envy, what good am I to benefit here?"She reflected her experiences from day one till now, none could be accounted to be a good memory worth thinking about. "My life has been a rough one, all thanks to you." She was about to sleep when she heard the sound of a stopping car. She went towards the window to take a look, it was Vincenzo and Kelly. They had returned home, drunk and waisted. She ignored them, returning back to bed to get a good night's sleep.******Morning came faster than expected. The maids were all up, ready for the day's job. Freya went to arrang
"Yes, ma'am." Freya shivered as she stared at the ground."Where the fuck have you been all these while?" She questioned."I... I..." She stuttered, not knowing what to say. "You what?" She looked at Myra. "And what kept you so long to bring her to me?"Myra too buried her gaze to the ground, not wanting to expose where Freya had been all these while. "I am talking to a human being and not some moron!" She barked. "Where have you two been? I know you had an idea where she's been but you refused to tell me, pretending not to know any thing!""I had no idea." Myra said, but Kelly didn't believe her.She had already stood up from the couch, ready to spank her hand on her when Freya admitted where she had been. "I was in the garden, and Myra had no idea about it."Myra threw at her an angry glare, but Freya thought speaking out was the best thing to do and save her from Kelly's spank."She told me you've been looking for me. She did warn me why I had to stay in the garden while you neede
Kelly has been acting quiet since the incident happened. After Myra had advised Freya on what to do, she found no reason to be scared of Vincenzo's actions tonight. She was bravely ready to defend herself when he tried to play hot headed at her.It was so late in the night, that it was around ten minutes past ten when Vincenzo returned from his mission. He was stressed out and tired at the same time, hoping to get to his room and take a long nap.But when he got there, he met Kelly awake, looking sour. Troubled, he decided to ask her what the problem was but she refused to talk to him. She was acting stubborn, but after a long persuasion, she finally spoke up."Isn't that bastard of a girl you brought to our house. She's been acting tough all day. I needed help with some thing and I've been calling her for almost an hour. All she did was stalk around the mansion, searching for a means to escape. Luckily I caught her, and I tried to warn her not to do any thing stupid, all she did was
Freya had been up since 3 am, tiredness heavy in her eyes as she attempted to soothe her crying twins. No matter what she tried, it seemed impossible to lure them back to sleep. She had already breastfed them, changed their diapers, and rocked them for what felt like hours. Yet, the unfading cries continued. It had been nearly a week of sleepless nights, and her patience was wearing thin. She was bothered their cries would wake the neighbors, or cause the maids and servants from sleeping.The clock on the wall taunted her as the minutes dragged on. The twins, Vicente and Olsen, were only a few months old, and Freya's motherly instincts were struggling to keep up with their demands. She whispered soothing words to them, tears of tiredness welling up in her eyes. She was sleep-deprived and emotionally drained, and it felt like there was no end in sight.Thankfully, Vincenzo had always been a rock of support through these trying times. He woke up with her every night, offering a shoul
"Vincenzo?" "Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Vincenzo asked.Freya sits next to Vincenzo, while holding her big tummy. He is rubbing Vincenzo's back, because he knows his back pain is killing him but still refuses to stay at home. "Can't sleep baby? Are you alright?” Vincenzo asked, worrying because Freya's face shows pain. "I don’t know but my tummy is hard rock. Feel it....bmammm...” Freya is holding a grunt. Vincenzo placed her hand on the baby tummy as Freya said. It is hard rock and it's not normal. Vincenzo is watching her sternly, aware of the situation, and he's getting ready to jump on any situation. "Get me a wheelchair now!” Vincenzo said to Myra through the intercom. After a few seconds, she barged right in with the requested chair. Damon signaled Myra to help him to pick up Freya on the chair. They rushed him to the hospital. —"Mr. Ferdinando, please follow me.’ A nurse came out, asking him to follow her. Vincenzo just did as told and soon he found himself in
Freya walked down the aisle like a stately queen, arm in arm with Pablo. Her hair was arranged into an elaborate style on top of her head, and her pink ballroom dress swished almost silently on the carpet aisle. It was a glorious day for a wedding. The trees were a perfect green and sparkled with leftover dew from that morning. A perfect June day. A song ran through her mind, making her smile. For they say when you’re married in June, you will always, always, always be a bride! She watched the young bride sprinkling the last pink rose petals on the aisle, then sitting down. She then looked at her bridesmaids dressed in flowing, scarlet, knee-length dresses. They were all there smiling… Her eyes met with Myra, who was putting on the brightest smile. She was her chief bridesmaid. “Congratulations.” She mouthed.“Thank you.” Freya mouthed back, her cheeks burning with a smile.The priest then started with the matrimonial vows as she stood face to face with Vincenzo, he was appearin
"Congratulations, Miss Bred, you're two weeks pregnant."The words kept resounding in her head. Happiness filled her inside, she couldn't wait until Vincenzo returned. She had wanted to phone him to tell him the good news, but then she wanted it to be an official announcement.When she returned home, she asked for Myra who was pretty busy in the laundry room. However, she sent a maid to call her."Tell her to meet me in my room." I said,Just as she walked into her room, changing her clothes, Myra offered a knock on the door."Please, come in." She permitted.Myra entered. "You sent for me." She said, "Yes, please. I have something interesting to show you. You'll love it, trust me."Myra was already curious to know what this interesting thing would be. "Okay. I'm waiting."Freya took her bag from where she had kept it, she opened it and brought out the white folded paper, handing it to Myra who at first, gave her a curious look."I hope I am safe?""Of course, you are." Freya smiled.
Freya had woken up earlier than usual. She was ready for the day's training. She looked at Vincenzo who was still asleep on the bed, his back facing her.For the first time, she took her time to admire the Lion tattoo on his back, they were fucking beautiful.After a long while of admiration, she went to the bathroom for a shower. Before she was out, Vincenzo was up. He looked at her, his eyes halfway open from sleep."Where are you going?" He asked, yawning."Do I have to remind you where I am going?" She asked back as she pulled her trouser up to her waist."Oh." His eyes closed. "I'll talk to the driver to take you to the warehouse then.""You seem tired, how was work yesterday?" She asked, her hands hung on her waist."Just the usual. I'll be fine." He assured her.She was done dressing, now ready to go. "I'll give you a call when I reach the warehouse." He nodded his head. "Just take your time and relax, you can skip work today.""I have an important meeting with a colleague, I c
"I might not make it here on time, so I'll talk to Stephen to take you home after the training. But just in case I make it on time, I'll pick you up myself.""Okay. Just take your time and do whatever you want to do. I'll be fine.""You be a good girl, okay? Pay attention, I know it's gonna seem a bit difficult but trust me, you'll live it when you learn it.""I know. Thanks for accepting me as a part of your group, I will make you proud. I promise." She promised."Take care of yourself.""You too." They shared a kiss before she left, waving goodbye at him. He did the same before zooming off for work.When Freya arrived at the business warehouse, her heart pounded in excitement. It feels more like a dream come true, a moment she's been waiting for a long time ago. She knew that this training session would be different, more intense and probably be the best she'd ever had. Since Vincenzo has promised to introduce her to the world of firearms, a skill she knew she needed to master to s
They drove to the warehouse, and Freya couldn't wait any longer to see what the Mafia warehouse looked like.She walked beside Vincenzo as they walked into the warehouse and he was holding her hands like he was scared she'd lost. The guards which guarded the entrance bowed their heads as they walked passed.When they got in, Freya's eyes glared around as she admired the inside with the numerous people in it. Some were busy counting monies, some were carrying wrapped goods in both sacks and cartons."What's in that thing they are carrying?" Curious, she asked, eager to know.He smiled, and he was taking time to reply. "What do you think?" He asked back."I don't know." She shrugged. "That's why I'm asking.""That's cocaine." He finally said. "We sell them for more income.""That's where the dollars come from?" She asked, referring to those men that were counting money. "Yeah. That's why I told you, there are lots of dirty things in this game, I don't wanna stain your innocence.""Who
"So, are you gonna tell me what you discussed with your dad?" Freya asked, her head resting on Vincenzo's chest."Well," he started, rubbing her hair gently, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. "It didn't go well, I'd say. But at least, it doesn't matter."Freya pulled away to look at his face, her eyebrow raised as she stared at him. With a questioning look on her face, Vincenzo knew she did want an answer to her question."Okay, fine. I'll tell you." He agreed and she leaned her head back on his chest, waiting to hear what he's got to say. "He didn't want us to get married, he feels you don't deserve to join the Ferdinando family."Freya felt a feeling of rejection as he said that. A tear rolled from the corner of her eyes, but she held it back from falling. "Freya?" He called, he wanted to be sure she was listening. "Are you listening?""Yeah. Sure, I am. I heard what you said." She did her best not to sound sour even though that's what she feels at the moment."Are you alright?"
"Vincenzo..." She was about to speak when he places his first finger on her lips.“Shhhh.” he whipped off his shirt, leaving just his singlet on, then walked to Freya. Reaching out, he put his other hand on Freya's knee. He leaned in, kissing her on the face, mouth, and neck, slowly making his way down her already trembling body. His hand climbed up the side of Freya's leg, until his fingers rested at the top of her panties. Then they slowly started fumbling down her thighs. Freya closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Every inch that Vincenzo went down made Freya's heart chump a little harder. Vincenzo's hands had succeeded in pulling off her panties. Freya let Rufus's lyrics wash over her mind. The song had never made more sense to her. If the world were coming to an apocalyptic, catadysmic end, this is exactly where she'd want to be: with Vincenzo. She opened her eyes and found him looking down at her. She knew the question being asked. Was she ready? Did he want Vincenzo to