Chapter 2

"T-the Mafia?" I stutter out in response. I thought the family maybe had a strange pet or children.

Ivan nods, elbows on the table. Both men are now staring bullets into me. 

"So," Dimitri speaks finally. "What's it going to be? Take the job or we kill you?"

I can feel my eyes almost pop out of my sockets at his vile yet serious response. "K-kill me?" I stutter out and I feel my hands start to get sweaty.

"Well, yes. You seem like the girl that would run to the authorities as soon as we looked the opposite direction," Dimitri says with a nearly shit-eating grin. He knows that I have no choice now. I'm trapped.

"Fine," I huff and both men smirk. "I accept."

Just then, the waitress comes back out with our food and sets it in front of us. "Enjoy!" She chirps and then turns on her heel, heading off to another table.

"Dig in!" Ivan says, suddenly cheery and all. "You'll need the energy; it's a very long drive to Russia, dear."

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Andrei's POV

"Baby.." she sighs out as her finger trails down my hard chest to my abdomen; her naked body on display for me. "You're so fucking good."

I smirk and stare ahead at the wall. "I've had practice," I say and she giggles some way-too-amused giggle. 

Amelia's finger disconnects from my chest and she scoots closer towards me, nearly on top of me now. "Hey... Why don't we go again?" She asks and she starts pecking at my neck which already has hickey's she put there.

I shake my head and sit up in bed. "No seconds today," I explain as I get out of bed, put my underwear and pants on, then begin looking for my shirt. It's near the door, of course. Walking towards the door, I do up my zipper and fasten my belt for the second time today and counting. 

"But Andrei.." she whimpers while I button up my navy blue shirt, tucking it into my dress pants. "I can't wait until tomorrow, though." she adjusts her posture and lowers the blanket, reveling her immense amount of cleavage to me. 

As much as I am willing to continue on with this slut, I can't. My main men, Ivan and Dimitri have finally recruited a new, needed maid. She should be here any minute now.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I call out and head to the doorway. Just before I exit, I turn and look at the disappointed Amelia still laying in MY bed. "You'd better get the fuck outta here before I get back," I scowl and she nods obediently.

Closing the door behind me, I begin to speed-walk through the hallway and towards the staircase. Maids occasionally pass by me and give me a casual, "hello, sir," and "Good evening, Mr. Volkov." I just give them a simple nod or continue on my way all the time.

After a solid 2 minutes of walking, I finally reach the foyer. The foyer is by far one of the largest places in the house. It has a grand staircase, marble flooring, a fucking huge chandalier in the middle, and big glass windows looking in on the lengthy driveway outside. 

The gates begin to open and soon, a car peers through the opening. Ivan and Dimirti. They pull up to the fron of the mansion and both men get out and go to the back on the left side. I fold my hands together behind my back and wait patiently for some prostitute looking woman to step out, but she never does. Instead, I watch as the two pull a beautiful-looking woman from the car who's dirty-blonde hair is covering her face as she hangs it low.

Both men keep a firm, yet gentle grip on the girl as they direct her towards the servants side of the house. She seems to have been living on the streets since she is only wearing a holed t-shirt, ripped jeans, old, dirty runners and a tuque over her pretty, little head.

When they get closer to the quarters, the girl lifts her head and I'm given the privilege of seeing her. She has wonderous blue eyes, yet, they linger with fear and sadness. Her nose is small and perky, her cheeks are flushed, and her plump, reddened lips urge me to run up to her and take her.

I feel my manhood twitch at the sight of the beauty. Fuck, I'm hard already.

The woman's eyes begin to wander all over, and for a moment, I think she sees me. But she only looks away and they bring her into the maids quarters.

I smirk deviously and pull my phone from my pocket, dialling one of my men, Lucas.

"Hello, Sir," he greets as soon as he picks up.

"Listen I begin and start walking towards the kitchen, phone pressed to my ear. "I need to know EVERYTHING about the new maid. I want everything from where she was born, to her bra size. Understand?" I bark into the phone and I can already hear him typing on his computer.

"Yes, of course, Sir," he says. "I will have this done as soon as possible!" 

I nod to myself. "Good," I say then hang up.

She's going to be screaming my name by the end of this week...

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Skylar's POV

We've just arrived at this gigantic house after relentless hours of driving and they are now escorting me to the maids quarters. 

I've never seen such a big house! The only place I've lived in with a roof over my head was my family and I's old 1 bedroom apartment back in France... I'm already getting homesick with all this thinking! No, I'm starting a new life! A better one at that too. At least, lets hope so.

When I think they're going to show me my room, instead when Dimitri pushes the door open, I'm greeted with two older women with all sorts of pampering items among them. They're both smiling kindly at me, so kindly I almost think it's forced.

"These ladies will be freshening you up so you're suitable for work," Ivan explains and ushers me inside and out of the doorway. He looks towards both women who are now rushing around trying to prepare more things. "She starts work tomorrow. Everything one her must look suitable and there is to be no visible trace of her past state, understood?" He orders and both of the women nod.

Dimitri smiles. "Good. Let's go, Ivan. Boss needs to see us." Then both men leave, closing the door behind them.

"Come, Dorogaya," The blonde one says in another language, foreign to me, as she waves me over.

I nod in response and walk quickly over to the two awaiting ladies; the other has bright red locks. They both immediately come over to me and begin inspecting me. One pulls her hands through my hair while the other walks circles around me like she's planning my fate.

"Too damn dirty.." the blonde one who is ruffling with my hair sighs with her heavy Russian accent. "Need bath and cut." she pulls her hands from my hair and latches her hand around my forearm. 

The red head starts following behind us while I'm dragged towards a doorway which more than likely leads to a bathroom. Then the door is opened and I am met with a medium sized tub, a single, pearly white sink, and simply a toilet. 

"Strip," red head orders, her voice harsh and authoritative.

I nod once again and begin quickly stripping from clothing I haven't changed in weeks, maybe even months. What's the date? Once I am fully naked, red head has already started running a bath and the blonde has taken my clothing and disposed of it.

"Well.." the blonde says as she stares at me. "Get in, devchushki!"

With my arms crossed over my breasts, I take a slow stride towards the tub and peek over, seeing actual CLEAN water along with a couple bubbles at the surface. I slowly take a step over the edge and let my foot sink slowly into the shallowness. This feels amazing already.

Before I can fully emerge myself enjoyably, the two women force me into the water and soak me completely. I don't even bother arguing, these women aren't people you'd wanna mess with.

Blonde grabs a box of items from a nearby countertop and the both of them grab an item. Blonde pours some vanilla scented soap into her palm, and red head takes a sponge and douses it in another soap. Soon, I'm am being scrubbed 'till my skin turns red and fingers are roughly washing my scalp.

After what seems like an hour of relentless washing and scrubbing at my body, they're finally done and I get out of the tub.

"Arms up!" Red head orders as she comes towards me with a towel in hand. I do as told and a warm towel is wrapped around my torso. 

When I look the other direction, the other one is coming towards me with another towel which she dries my hair with quickly before she pushes me towards the sink where a chair is now sitting. I am, again, pushed into the chair and brushes are pulled through my hair, lotion is lathered all over my body, and all sorts of other hygienic items are used on me. 

Once I am done being a doll, my hair has went from being at my elbows to shoulder-length. They have also dressed me in some very nice new clothing: a white t-shirt, blue skinny jeans, runners, and a simple grey zip-up sweater. They also give me a maids uniform; it's a white blouse, knee-length skirt and some jet-black heels to match the whole ensemble.

"There.. You're ready. Now I will escort you to your room. Come!" Red head grabs my arm and almost drags me out of the room since I'm not extremely quick on my feet, even though I've lived in the streets for most of my life.

I am taken from the room and down a long hallway which eventually leads to a small foyer with doors encircling the place. There are maids talking to each other and men all dressed in the same uniform also chatting on the other side of the foyer. Only a few men stare along with a dark haired woman at me when I enter, but no one really seems to care that much.

I am led to a door and the woman opens it, pushing me inside. 

"You'll sleep here," she gestures at the room itself. There are two sets of rusted bunkbeds in a small space, carpeted flooring, a few chairs and a table in the corner, a closet, and a bathroom off to the side. Two maids are currently laying on their beds; one is flipping through a magazine while the other is touching up her makeup with a small mirror-included foundation container.

"Work starts tomorrow," says Red. "Suzy," she points towards the one skimming through her magazine who then waves a hand, but does not look up, "will be training you tomorrow. You will have 2 or 3 days of training until you are a free birdie. Have fun!" she says sarcastically, then leaves, slamming the door behind her.

Both girls look up at me. The one still touching up her makeup just rolls her eyes while the other just shrugs and continues reading.

This will be fine, is what I tell myself. As long as I have a roof over my head and food, I'm okay. Right?

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