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The Mafia's Contract Chapter 24
JOAN'S POVWhen I left Madame Helen's playroom, I came back to the kitchen to finish up my work. Ms Sullivan, Sarah and Emily left to finish up some errands for Madame Helen. I cleaned up the kitchen while they were gone. As I scrubbed the kitchen counters, my mind wandered back to Sir Derrick. I wondered why he didn't like me. Things between us were supposed to be professional so it shouldn't really matter if he liked me or not. Even at that, I just... I wanted him to and I didn't know why. Why was he so cold and mean? He gave me mixed signals. One day, he's saving my life literally and another day, he's telling me to get out of the room just because he doesn't want to be in the same space as me. What goes on in that head of his? I wish I knew. Why wasn't he like the rest of his family? His relatives were so polite and nice but he... He was different. And I couldn't help but think that there was a reason for his indifference and coldness. He seemed to have a special kind of coldne
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DERRICK’S POVJoan. That woman would be the death of me. She was so.... So fucking appealing. I wanted to kiss her senseless till her lips hurt. I wanted to raise up her skirt and fuck her right there and then. The thought of her drove me insane. Being so close to her made me body react in ways I never thought it would. I was glad Santi came in when he did. If not, I could have done something I might have regretted later. I had no idea why I had these feelings for a mere maid. It didn't make any sense. As soon as Santi said the fish was in the hook, I understood the slang immediately. It meant the mole had been caught. For the past weeks, we've been having issues with our drug deals in particular areas. We wondered who was behind it so Santi and I came up with a plan. From his words, it seemed like it had worked. Santi and I walked quickly down the hallway. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the anger radiating from Santi beside me. He had been quiet for most of the
The Mafia's Contract Chapter 26
DERRICK’S POVAfter the shoot out with the opps, we tied Justin, the mole, up and took him to my underground cellar/den for questioning. The cellar was silent, the kind of silence that seeps into your bones. I had been here countless times before to torture men, but tonight was different. Tonight, one of my own men sat in that cold metal chair, his hands bound behind him. None of my men have been here before. Justin was of my most trusted men. And now, he was a traitor.I stood at the edge of the room, watching as Santi and Ace circled him with tools in their hands. They were experts at what they did. But Justin was tough. Too tough. Even after all the pain they had inflicted, he hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t even flinched.Ace shocked him again with a taser. Justin let out a loud scream, his body trembling with the force of the current. Even after that, nothing. Justin's clothes were filled with blood. Ace and Santi had tortured him for what seemed like hours.“Still nothing?” I as
The Mafia's Contract Chapter 27
JOAN'S POVThe sun was already setting when Sarah, Emily, and I made our way to the back garden with baskets of freshly washed laundry. We wanted to dry the blankets and other thick clothes outside for a while due to how heavy they were. Emily spoke "Hey guys, I have an idea. When we're done, we should sneak into the kitchen and grab slices of cake" I chuckled "You pastry thief" Emily shrugged "What can I say? The cake is for Lady Irene and it looks delicious. I bet she'd let me have a slice if I asked but stealing is so much more fun" Sarah and I laughed. "She’s right, though. That cake did look delicious." Sarah said. When we got to the line, we began to dry the clothes. I pulled out one of Sir Derrick’s white shirts, and pinned it to the line. My mind drifted to the moment we had in his office. The feeling of his lips close to mine made my breath hitch. What would have happened if Santi hadn't come in? I wondered how Sir Derrick’s lips would taste against mine. I bet his li
The Mafia's Contract Chapter 28
JOAN'S POVDarkness. It felt like I was hanging in a void. The darkness stretched out before me. I felt something cold on my forehead, something like a cloth. I could also feel the tender touch of someone's hand in my head. I blinked my eyes open, my vision blurry and unfocused. Slowly, Emily's face came into view. "Joan!" Emily squealed in excitement “Thank goodness you’re awake! You scared me half to death.”I tried to speak, but my throat was dry, and all that came out was a raspy noise. The effort of talking made my head spin, and I winced, squeezing my eyes shut against the pain.“Don’t try to talk just yet,” Emily said gently, placing a hand on my shoulder to keep me lying down. “You fainted, Joan. You’ve been out for hours. And you had a fever—such a high fever. I was so worried…”Emily’s words blurred into the background as I struggled to focus on my surroundings. My vision was still a bit blurry. At first, I forgot what happened but as time went on, my mind started to piec
The Mafia's Contract Chapter 29
JOAN'S POVThe day had started like a lovely flashback to simpler times. Bea and I spent the morning playing games just like we used to when we were much younger. We laughed so hard that our breathing got heavy. Bea did her best to get my mind off things. We went through board games and card games. We got a little competitive just like we always did. For a few hours, I could almost forget everything that had happened—my tangled feelings about Sir Derrick, the tension back at the estate, and the incident with the strange man. I had nightmares last night. While I slept, I heard the sounds of gunshots echoing in my mind over and over. I couldn't get over the fact that if sir Derrick had gotten his shot at just a wrong angle or if things went sideways, I would be the one dead and not that man. The thought of it made me shudder. If I died, what would my mom do? She would probably have a heart attack all over again. There would be nobody to take care of her and she was in no position to
The Mafia's Contract Chapter 30
JOAN'S POV I looked at Sir Derrick in shock. How did he find me? I was sure I had more time. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at him. I could hardly believe he was here. I purposely stayed in Bea's house because I knew they had my own address. I thought I was safe, that he wouldn’t find me in such an unassuming place. But here he was, tall and commanding. He looked at me with those intense brown eyes of his and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. I fought the urge to face palm myself. What the hell was wrong with me? How could I be drawn to him when every fiber of my being told me to run away?There was no use holding the door. He was way stronger than I was. He opened the door and stepped into the house. His presence filled the room immediately. Suddenly, Bea's apartment seemed a little too small. “How… how did you find me?” I managed to ask. “That doesn’t matter, Joan. What matters is why you ran.” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my fear in check. “I… I can’t do
The Mafia's Contract Chapter 31
JOAN'S POVI sat on the couch in the living room with my heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to burst out of my rib cage any time soon. The memory of Sir Derrick’s lips on mine played on a loop in my head. Each time I thought about it, my heart would flutter and my breath would be caught in my throat. I should be angry at myself—no, I should be terrified. But all I could feel was confusion and a magnetic pull I couldn't get rid off. I pressed my fingers to my lips, trying to make sense of what just happened. How could I let myself get so close to him? How could I let myself fall for him? He was dangerous, for God’s sake—a mafia boss. I'd seen with my own eyes what he was capable of. I witnessed him kill a man right in front of me. And yes, it was to save me, but does that make it any better? My mind screamed no, but my heart… my heart told a different story.Why was I so drawn to him? It wasn't just the danger that surrounded him, although that was a part of it, I
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JOAN'S POVIt was well past midnight when I slipped downstairs to the kitchen. I couldn't sleep so I decided to get a glass of milk to calm myself down. Just as I got the milk I needed, the muffled sound of voices caught my attention. I could hear a low argument coming from down the hallway. Curiosity got the better of me as it always did and I found myself walking closer. I stayed behind a pillar, straining my ears to catch every word.It was Derrick and Henry. They were both arguing about something. "You're hiding something, Derrick." Henry said "How long do you think you can keep it a secret?"Derrick’s response was calm "You have no idea what you're talking about, Henry. Stay out of my affairs, or you’ll regret it."I held my breath as I pieced together what little I could from their exchange. It was clear there was a rift between them. Just then, the sound of footsteps approaching shocked me. I ran back to the staircase, making my way up as silently as possible. Once I was in
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JOAN’S POVIrene and I planned to spend the day getting our hair and nails done. I wasn’t the type to do this often. Hell, before I got engaged to Derrick, I couldn’t remember the last time I got my hair done. I usually did it myself. But Irene kept pleading for us to have a girl’s day out together. And how on earth could I say no to Irene?As soon as I stepped through the doors of the salon with Irene, my jaw nearly dropped. I’d never seen anything like this place before. The walls gleamed with soft pink wallpapers and crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Everything here screamed luxury, from the fluffy chairs, to the bright vanity mirrors, the marble counters and even the stylists. Women walked around wearing robes with glasses of champagnes in their hands. They talked quietly as they were pampered by the workers. Irene noticed my awestruck expression and grinned. “I told you, Joan, this place is worth the hype. Nothing but the best for us.”“I can see that”“Don’t be too su
The Mafia's Contract Chapter 47
JOAN'S POVOne night, I accompanied Derrick to a dinner with the governor. The governor’s mansion was breathtaking. Everything here was sophisticated - the paintings, the chandeliers, the high ceilings, the wide hallway and the house itself. As we stepped through the entrance, the chandeliers sparkled above us on the marble floors. I tried not to gape but it was hard not to. I was in awe of thewhole place. It looked like something straight out a movie. Beside me, Derrick walked with confidence. His posture was straight and his expression was unreadable as always. He hadn’t spoken much on the drive over. Not like he ever spoke to me anyway. But now, as we walked through the crowd of high-profile guests, he seemed even colder. The dining room was already half-full by the time we reached our seats. As I took a look around, I couldn’t help but notice the familiar faces scattered around the room. The governor, several senators, and even the President of the United States who was seated
The Mafia's Contract Chapter 46
JONAS' POVI adjusted the tiny camera in the button of my shirt. I angled it just right before I slipped back into the dining room. Derrick and Joan were already seated. The silence between them was so thick I could practically feel it from across the room. They sat on opposite ends of the long table, hardly looking at each other while they ate. They didn't behave like a real couple. So far, there was no hint of affection, no evidence of warmth that might prove Henry wrong. Maybe he was right. Maybe this whole marriage was just a carefully constructed facade.I kept my eyes down, trying to busy myself with minor tasks as I positioned myself discreetly nearby, hoping to catch a clear shot of any interaction. Derrick buttered his toast in silence. Joan, on the other hand, stirred her tea absentmindedly. Her eyes were distant as if she was lost in thought. She looked fragile, almost vulnerable. Just as I thought I’d finally have a few minutes to observe, Ms. Sullivan appeared out of now
The Mafia's Contract Chapter 45
JOAN'S POVI sat on my bed, taking a look around my room. It was funny how much my life had changed in a few months. It's funny how things can change in the blink of an eye. The room was lavish, yet suffocating, and I often found myself feeling lost within its walls. Especially when the man I was supposed to call my fiancé kept himself as distant as a stranger. But that was the role I’d signed up for, wasn’t it? Pretend to be the girlfriend of America’s most eligible billionaire and make it look convincing.Only, Derrick didn’t make it easy. Not in the slightest.Today had been an exhausting whirl of decisions. Dresses, flowers, venues—it has taken me the whole day. I'd met up with the finest wedding dress designers and the best florists in the country. Irene had been by my side. She had been supportive as always. Her cheerful attitude helped to keep me grounded. She was good at calming my nerves, and I needed that because Derrick’s frosty demeanor had left me feeling colder than I
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HENRY'S POVI sat back in my new apartment, the leather of the couch squeaking as I shifted to get more comfortable. A week ago, I never thought I’d be here, living in a space twice the size of my old rat-infested dump, but there I was. And it was all thanks to Sir Henry. I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a slow breath as I watched the rain trickle down the windowpane. It had been a whirlwind since Sir Henry Stonewood approached me with his offer—a life-changing deal that pulled me out of a sinking ship and straight into this luxurious high-rise.The terms were clear: find the truth about Joan and Derrick’s relationship. Sir Henry had been specific in his instructions—he didn’t just want rumors or speculation; he needed proof that their so-called “relationship” was nothing but a sham. The first few days were quiet, but now, things were picking up. I'd noticed that Joan and Derrick were a lot more careful in public. It seemed real enough. It was more than enough to convince an
The Mafia's Contract Chapter 43
JOAN'S POVAs the limo pulled up to the entrance of the gala, my heart raced. The moment the door opened and Derrick stepped out, the blinding flashes of cameras made my pulse quicken. He turned back toward me, offering his hand. His dark, commanding presence seemed to make everything around him fade, as if he alone controlled the scene. I hesitated for a second, not used to this kind of attention, but then I took his hand and stepped out into the madness of flashing lights and voices calling out his name.The photographers didn’t hesitate to capture every second, their cameras snapping away furiously as Derrick wrapped an arm around my waist, drawing me closer. His grip was firm—possessive almost—and I couldn’t help but feel the electricity between us. I knew this was all for show, a public display for the paparazzi and the high-profile guests that awaited us inside. But that didn’t stop the warmth that rushed through me at his touch.“You alright?” he asked in a low tone as he leane
The Mafia's Contract Chapter 42
JOAN'S POVI sat in front of the vanity mirror. The bright lights made the room feel warmer than it actually was. The makeup artist’s hands moved expertly across my face, dabbing foundation, brushing my cheeks with blush, and carefully lining my eyes. I could see the reflection of the glam team bustling around me, working on my hair and choosing the perfect jewelry. A strange knot of excitement formed in my stomach, tightening with each passing minute. I knew what was coming—tonight was a public event, and I’d be accompanying Derrick. Both of us would be attending a charity gala tonight. It would be the perfect soft launch for our relationship.Derrick. Just the thought of him made my heart race with a mix of butterflies and nerves that I could never quite shake. Every time I thought I understood him, he would do something to throw me off balance. But there was no denying the pull between us. Even now, as I sat in this chair, my thoughts kept wandering back to him.The door creaked
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JOAN'S POVThe day went by fast. It was filled with wedding preparations. If I saw one more wedding brochure, I just might scream. I barely had time to breathe these days, let alone think. I wasn’t used to this kind of life—always in the spotlight, constantly scrutinized. The wedding, though just a contract on paper, felt too real sometimes. It wasn’t love that brought Derrick and me together, but necessity. And yet, here I was, preparing for a wedding that felt more like a spectacle than anything else.By the afternoon, I decided I needed a break. I hadn’t seen Miss Sullivan, Emily, or Sarah in a while. I missed them. They were the people I bonded with when I started working here as a maid, and in many ways, they still felt like my family.I headed down to the kitchen, hoping to find a bit of peace away from the madness. The second I walked in, the smell of baked bread and herbs hit me. Ms Sullivan looked up from kneading dough. Her face lit up when she saw me.“Joan, there you are!
