Mena
"We have to hurry Nat, or you'll be late for school!" I panted, encouraging her as we ran. We were on a tight schedule and had to sprint straight off the bus.
A joyful giggle escaped Naty. We had overslept, and I was all but certain I'd be late for work too. Today was the day of the engagement party, and we had received strict instructions to show up early.
"Come on, Nat—this isn't going to cut it." I picked her up like a baby, walking towards the school gates. Naty who was still having fits of laughter, gripped her fingers into the denim jacket which perfectly hid my uniform.
"Mena, good morning!" A familiar mother from Naty's class spotted us. "I can take her inside. You look like you're in a hurry—go!" Her eyes were kind, but deep down I knew she pitied me, same as everyone else.
These women saw me as a confused young girl who didn't know how to raise her fatherless daughter. That's the picture they had already painted before even trying to get to know me.
At times I wondered if they would still pity me if they knew I worked at the Fanucci mansion.
"Thank you!" I spoke in between breaths, placing Naty on her two feet.
"Be good, listen to your teacher, have fun!" I said, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. "I'll see you later, okay?"
"Okay!" Naty nodded energetically, showing me a toothy smile.
With that, I turned on my heel and ran back to the bus, literally—all while trying not to die due to poor condition.
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When I finally made it to the mansion, I was completely out of breath, so out of breath, you might even say my lungs were burning. I stood frozen at the gates for a moment, taking in the scene in front of me. Preparations for the party were already in full swing, and everyone was working.
Also inside the mansion, the halls were filled with workers, scrambling to finish everything in time.
"Mena!" Liza called out over the chaos, pushing several others aside to get to me. "There you are!"
"Am I late?"
"Don't worry, I covered for you with Madam Catherina. But you'll have to get started right away. Here," she shoved a list into my hands. "It's everything you'll need to get done before the party."
I scanned the endless list, feeling an uncomfortable knot form in my stomach. "I'm on it," I told her, realizing I didn't have time to waste.
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As some time passed, and I was busy with my third chore, I slowly accepted today was going to be a long day.
I had been working for hours, my legs felt numb, my fingers felt numb, and the pantry I got assigned to was anything but small. At least I had a bit of privacy.
I thought, but it wasn't for long.
Startled, I stepped back as the young Melody Fanucci appeared in the doorway, humming a song. She headed straight to the wooden ladder, leaning against one of the shelves.
My eyes widened in concern as her small hands wrapped around rungs, trying to climb up. I was conflicted, unsure whether to interfere or not—but as a mother myself, I couldn't watch that child risk her life like that any longer.
"Uh, Melody," I said, stepping forward, "I'll get it. Just tell me what you want." I blocked her way to the top, carefully removing her hand.
The girl looked up with her big brown eyes, perhaps trying to figure out why I had the audacity to approach her. My gaze immediately fell upon her expensive dress, matched with a small designer handbag.
"I want a strawberry cookie," she eventually pointed to the jar on a high shelf.
"I'll get it for you."
I went up, grabbing the jar before handing her what she desired.
Without a simple thanks, Melody took a bite, letting the fresh crumbs fall onto the freshly swept floor. It made my skin itch, but I couldn't open my mouth. She was a Fanucci.
My hand twitched with the urge to immediately clean it up, but I forced myself to stay still. Maybe if I did something, she would feel offended—and I would lose my job.
"Are you just going to watch me?" Melody caught me off guard, speaking with her mouth full. "I'm not stealing, Mommy told me I can have a cookie!"
"Sorry," I mumbled, feeling embarrassed. I couldn't believe that I was apologizing and feeling somehow lesser in front of a six-year-old.
"My brother's getting married soon," she said.
I nodded, unsure what to say.
"His girlfriend doesn't look like us. She is mean, and she looks like a witch," she then added with a serious expression. I tried to hold back the cackle trying to escape my mouth.
"That's not very nice," I automatically felt the need to defend the woman, even if she was right.
Melody ignored my words and grabbed the dustpan and brush. Her beautiful dress reached the floor as she knelt to clean up her own crumbs. I watched her with a soft smile. Maybe she wasn't that bad.
"You didn't have to do that, Melody," I said.
"I know. But my brother said we should treat the workers kindly."
"Which brother?" I asked, not believing there could be a Fanucci brother with an actual heart.
"Him," she pointed behind me.
I gasped, turning around immediately. Dante Fanucci leaned against the door frame, causally with his arms folded. My eyes met his, and my heartbeat quickened.
It was not because I liked being around him. It was actually quite the opposite.
"Thank you for the cookie, pretty maid," Melody said, her voice snapping me out of my trance. She skipped away, leaving me alone with Dante.
As soon as she left, I tried to focus back on my work, sweeping the almost spotless floor. I had hoped Dante would get the message and make his way out, but instead, he cleared his throat, causing me to turn around.
"S-Sir?" I lowered my head, wondering what he was after.
"Please, Dante," he said, smiling proudly. "Don't overwork yourself."
Overwork?
Then how the hell was I supposed to make money?
"Well, it's kind of my job," I mumbled softly, returning to my duty.
"Well, get another one," he shot back, his tone nonchalant.
Dante seemed like the type of person who would be better off not talking at all. I bet it would make him look more intelligent. Did he really think I still would've been working for this family if had found something better?
Even though his thoughtless words bothered me, I chose to hold back my feelings.
"How old are you?" Dante asked, but I could not understand why that question would matter to him. "I... don't want to catch a case," he added. Fair enough.
"Twenty-four."
"I'm one year younger than you," he said, smirking. "But don't worry—I always had a thing for older women."
I nodded awkwardly, still eager for him to leave. In a desperate attempt to end the conversation, I grabbed my cleaning supplies. "I'm on toilet duty."
Before I could slip away, Dante stepped in front of me to stop me from leaving. "I'll help you carry your things," he offered.
"Oh, that won't be necessary—"
"I insist."
I gave him a forced nod. "Okay."
There was no use in arguing with a Fanucci, and it would only cost me more time and probably my job.
Dante took the bucket from my hands, and we walked toward the restrooms in complete silence. As we walked, I did my best attempts to not meet his gaze, but he wasn't even hiding his glances.
Once we had reached the restrooms, he put down the bucket and returned to his comfortable space against the door.
His presence was irritating, adding to my nerves. I had a job to do, and I couldn't do it with him keeping tabs on me.
"So," Dante said, breaking the silence.
"Yes, Sir?" I answered respectfully, pausing to look at him. Dante hummed, smirking without saying a word.
The way he stood there, watching me... was all too familiar, and he reminded me of someone I had been trying to forget.
"Thank you for your help, Sir," I said, hoping he would take it as a cue to leave.
"Right, I should let you work," he answered this time, nodding his head. "Then... I'll be on my way." Dante finally left the restroom.
It was clear as a day he was trying to make a move on me, seeing me as nothing more than an 'easy maid.'
I wasn't interested, not in the slightest.
Anson had taught me a painful lesson about men who wore their entitlement like a second skin. Men like that were used to getting what they wanted, and would never think to consider the feelings of others.
Fortunately, I had no intention of repeating my past mistakes.
There was no single brain cell of mine fighting for acknowledgment from a privileged, pampered, mobster like Dante Fanucci.
My life was perfect the way it was.
MenaAs the day turned into evening, the party was in full swing. The ballroom of the Fanucci mansion was filled with people of high status. Politicians, entrepreneurs, and I had overheard even the mayor was present.All these 'important' people couldn't fool me though, because just like everyone else, I knew what this family stood for.Among the attendees were also families from the underworld, who would just like the Fanuccis—hide behind their businesses, which were merely a shield to hide their criminal roots. A prime example was the Baldinis, the family of the future bride.Despite the glamorous outfits, the true nature of these mafia families was clear to those who could see beyond the surface.I knew all too well that men like Domenico Fanucci, who greeted the guests with a big smile, lacked the decency and empathy that made us human.I was exhausted from serving the guests their drinks and snacks. There was no time to rest as everything was performed under the watchful eyes of
MenaNo, this couldn't be true.Alessio Fanucci didn't just use me as a scapegoat.My eyes were wide open as everyone's attention turned towards me. I was never a big fan of the spotlight, and somehow I got involved in this mess.The whispers, the gasps, the murmurs—the attention was suffocating, and so was Alessio's grip around my waist, pulling me closer.I was lost, caught up in Alessio's twisted game that I didn't understand, let alone wished to play. All I could do was stand there, glued to my spot as fear crashed over me.My plan for the night was to avoid the Fanuccis and the Baldinis.Obviously that didn't work out."Jimena," Alessio locked his eyes onto mine, giving me a look that was enough of a warning that I couldn't fuck this up.I gulped, wondering what kind of nonsense would be leaving his mouth next."The words you said to me last night, you were right," he continued, his eyes never leaving mine. As far as I was concerned, I hadn't said a word to him.This was a nightm
MenaThe night had passed and it was morning already. Only, I hadn't closed a single eye. The events from yesterday were still running through my head. The way Alessio played me, fooled me, threatened me.All night, I had been stuffing clothes and all necessary belongings into suitcases. One thing was certain. I wouldn't be staying here in this apartment, risking mine or my daughter's life any longer.By the time I was almost finished, too much time had already past. So much time I didn't even realize it was already 8:30. Alessio's driver would arrive soon, and I was determined to get Natalie and myself out before then.In a hurry, I picked up the last of Naty's toys while she watched with a confused frown on her face. She had been staring at me wide-eyed since she had caught me packing like a possessed woman. Yes, I would love to explain the reasoning—but how could one even try and explain to a child that the monster from her bedtime stories was real?Naty's voice broke through the s
AlessioI tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for dad to finish his phone call. In the early hours he had already called me to his office, and at the moment he sat in his big chair, fully ignoring me as he discussed some sort of business.Behind him stood my uncle, Stefano, who also happened to be his advisor. Despite him being an almost 6'5 muscly beast, I had never feared him, liked him, nor admired him—but if looks could kill at the moment, I would've been dead by now.It was probably deserved after the scene I had thrown last night, when I had cut of my engagement with Maxine Baldini in front of everyone. To add fuel to fire, I had also announced my plans to marry the maid. Jimena.It was all an act, but the aftermath was very real.Ever since, the tension was thick. Dad hadn't looked at me since last night, and Dante who had sworn he wasn't into the maid, treated me like a ghost.Dad ended his call, meaning I could finally escape Stefano's dagger eyes. Not that it meant much beca
MenaPeeking out of the window, I could see we had reached the Fanucci estate. My heart pounded against my chest, and the reality hit me. It was all too overwhelming, and I couldn't believe that I had actually stepped inside of the car.This time around there was no turning back.Naty, who was sitting next to me with eyes filled with confusion had already been given simple instructions. No matter what happens, don't say anything unless Mommy tells you to.As understanding as she could be, despite her age, she had only nodded in agreement."We're here, Miss," the driver said the obvious. It also might've been because it looked like I wasn't getting out anytime soon.With a raising heart, I stepped out of the car, clutching my daughter's hand.Instantly the doors to the mansion opened, and the security stepped aside to let us enter. The scene seemed like something straight out of the movie.Letting my luggage be for now because I feared I would've gotten yelled at otherwise, I entered t
MenaWith a firm grip, Alessio led me through the mansion, straight to the lion's den. His room.The second he shut the door, he immediately pinned me against the wall. It wasn't aggressive, if anything it was gentle. His dark eyes were intense, boring into mine with a slight smirk playing on his lips.Avoiding his gaze was of no use because he wouldn't let me lose it.What did he want to discuss?Was he going to confront me about the lie?I had expected for him to be furious, to wrap his strong hand around my neck and choke me, so the fact that he didn't made me even more anxious."I should..." Alessio began speaking, then he shook his head. "No, let's switch things up," he bumped me, almost playfully. "How about you tell me what you think should happen to you?" His tone held some kind of mockery."I-I..." I failed to manage my voice. Perhaps preparing what I wanted to say would be better for the next time. Then again, it wasn't every day one was told to make up their own punishment."
MenaAlessio's words were clear: stay out of sight. So, I did what I had to do. This morning, I had taken Naty for breakfast with my own money, dropped her off at school, and then came back to the mansion immediately.Naty had no problem with the change whatsoever. She accepted this new reality without question, while I was crumbling—still wondering whether I had made the right decision or not.Not having anything better to do, I sat on the enormous bed, recalling my first night at the mansion. Alessio was away for business, and I couldn't call it a blessing nor a curse.He scared the shit out of me, but then again, I was forced to depend on him. The person who brought me here in the first place.He ordered me to follow the rules, so I did. I kept my mouth shut, didn't show myself—and just like he said, no one seemed to care. Whether it was because he told them not to talk to me or because they saw me as his fiancee that wouldn't last, they just didn't. Not even Liza.There was one rul
MenaAfter that strange run-in with Mr. Gatekeeper, I took a cab to the mall. Honestly, I didn’t even know what I was doing there, but anything was better than suffocating in that house. Some time to breathe without feeling like I was under a miscroscope.As I wandered around, I found myself going on a mini food marathon. I hadn’t realized how much I was starving until I ate ice cream, then ramen—followed by pizza. A weird combo, one that would leave me hugging the toilet, but it wasn’t like Alessio was there to smell it anyway.At least Naty had Melody, and just like last night, those two would most likely eat dinner at the children’s table. As long as she wouldn’t take over Melody’s attitude, I didn’t mind.Munching on my pizza, a thought hit me. How in the world was I going to manage my meals moving forward? I couldn’t just keep eating junk for the rest of my stay.I let out a breath, shaking my head. Here I was, right in the center of a mafia crisis, yet I was fixated on food. Go
IsaacIt was only afternoon when Isaac carried a large bucket of grapes back into the mansion. As he walked, he was surrounded by the giggles of the children running around him.Among them were two of the many children of Amaro Ortega, a ten-year-old and an eight-year-old girl. They reminded him so much of his own daughter.The older one, Milena, looked up at him with wide curious eyes. “Can I help you carry the grapes, Mr. Isaac?” she asked.Isaac glanced down at her with a kind smile. "Maybe next time, kid. You know your brother doesn’t like you working."“So what? He doesn’t like us talking to you either, but I still do it,” Milena retorted. Isaac chuckled softly as the kids ran off.He had been brought to the house of Amaro Ortega, Julian’s brother. Amaro was a lawyer, a good and quiet man who didn’t say much. When Isaac first arrived, he had prepared himself for the worst, expecting some form of punishment or at least harsh treatment for all the damage he had caused the Fanuccis.
MenaI smiled down at the baby in my arms, his tiny fingers curled around mine as I admired how perfect he was. His full head, his dark eyes, the little sounds he made.Naty sat on Alessio’s lap, her eyes warm and curious as she gazed at her new baby brother.“What do you think?” Alessio asked her. “Do you like him?”Naty giggled in response. “He’s really cute, and I already love him so much!”Alessio and I shared a smile. Over the past months, we had both worried about how Naty would adapt, but for now, she seemed to be doing just fine. The delivery had been smooth, just as smooth as the pregnancy. Alessio stayed by my side the entire time, and I hoped raising him would be just as easy.I was still at the hospital, and after some visits, it was finally just us—a moment of peace.Naty reached out and gently grabbed the baby's hand, giving it a little shake. "Hi, baby—it’s your big sister," she spoke softly, a pout on her lips.The baby cooed, and we all laughed softly. "Does he have a
Mena "Look, Mommy, it's pink!" Watching her excitement filled my heart with warmth. "Is it for me? Can I open it?" Naty asked eagerly. "Is this the thing that's better than the candy ring?" Flustered, I looked at Alessio as he took the box from her. "I will open it for you, and while I do that—there’s something I want to ask you," Alessio spoke tenderly. He took Naty's hand across the table, and she smiled at him. I relaxed in my chair, wondering what he was about to ask her. “I’m not good at speaking,” Alessio began, “But I want you to know that what I’m going to tell you comes from the bottom of my heart,” his voice was sincere. Naty nodded, giving him her full attention as her eyes turned wide. For a moment, the air filled with silence as Alessio paused, thinking about his words. "Naty,” Alessio said, nervously. “Having you and your mommy in my life is one of the best things that ever happened to me. I love everything about you, I will always be there for you—and I will do
MenaI wrapped a scarf gently around Naty’s neck, making sure she was warm for the evening. She looked adorable in the dress I had chosen for her, for the dinner Alessio had planned.He hadn’t told me much, only that a driver would take us to the location. Whatever he told me, I just went with it—because I was too tired to investigate. I had already done that a lot lately.Naty showed me a wide grin.“What is it?” I asked, curious about the reason behind it."Nothing, I’m just really happy," her eyes sparkled.I immediately pulled her into my arms, caressing her hair with my fingers. She was really happy, that’s all I wanted to hear. After everything we had gone through, this was what she deserved. A joyful and carefree life.“Come on, let’s go,” I took her hand in mine.As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I noticed Liza in the foyer. Our eyes met and a smile spread across both our faces. It was the first time I had caught her alone since she handed me that letter. The letter that
AlessioI stepped into the room, letting the door slam shut behind me. Isaac, who sat on the bed, his back turned against me, turned instantly and our eyes met. His were full of regret, but mine were empty.He looked different, better indeed.His face was still bruised, his neck where the scissors had been, bandaged—but overall he looked good.I stuffed my hands into my pockets and leaned back against the door, watching him in silence. Would he be the one to speak up, act like we were just two old friends catching up—or perhaps offer an apology—or was he really smart enough this time to know he had to keep his mouth shut?Minutes stretched out, and neither of us broke the silence until he finally spoke."I know you still have a lot of questions," Isaac began. “And if you want to know more, I can explain—“I grunted. “There’s nothing more for you to explain, and I don’t have anything else to say to you,” I spoke coldly. "I’m here to give you instructions, and that’s it."Isaac nodded,
AlessioI sat in the chair in Julian’s office, waiting for the man to arrive. He had called me yesterday, told me Isaac was fully recovered, and now it was time to figure out what came next.Quite some time had passed, and I began getting impatient when the man decided to walk in at his own time, with two glasses in his hand. “Ah, if it isn’t my favorite fed lover,” he greeted me, handing me the drink before making his way over to his chair.A grin spread across his face, as if he was proud of his own joke. I scoffed, eyeing the drink in my hand.“The drink isn’t poisoned if that’s what you’re thinking,” Julian spoke.I released a chuckle, setting the glass down without taking a sip. “It’s not that,” I said. “I trusted you when I asked for your help, and I trusted you when I left Mena in your care—but now, I just want to discuss what needs to happen to Isaac.”“And that’s why you won’t drink?” “I don’t have time to drink,” I stated, my tone urgent.Julian’s expression changed, and
MenaI stared at my reflection in the mirror of the boutique, the dress hugging my flat belly. “Can you believe there’s a baby in there?” I caught Pilar’s gaze through the mirrors.It had been a few weeks since everything settled down. Life had returned to normal, or as normal as it could be for us. Domenico and Giulia had returned to Italy, and Alessio was back to his long hours leading the Fanuccis.“I’m sure it’ll grow,” Pilar smiled. “But have you already thought about what we’re going to do if you go into labor while I’m away on a gig?”I pouted, as did she. Pilar would soon be heading back home to continue her career, and I understood she had her own life to lead. As much as I wanted her to, she couldn’t stay here forever. The thought of not having her around had already started to make me feel lonely. She wasn’t just a friend, over time she had become like a sister.She was the one who always had the best advice, the one who made me laugh and forget the stress around me. Who wo
Alessio"Being a good leader means doing what you believe is right, even when it’s hard. You’re doing that. And that’s why you’ll be a great head of this family."I tried to focus and pay attention to Dad’s words, but it was difficult since I didn’t deserve them. After we’d arrived back at the mansion, I found myself in the study with Dad and my brothers to discuss today’s events.As far as he was concerned, Isaac had died. That’s what his little spy, Gian, had told him—and that’s what I would make him believe for the rest of his life.That didn’t mean I didn’t feel bad. I felt like shit. Lying to my family on such a scale was something I had never done before. I had always tried to prove myself and do whatever was necessary to keep this family together—but this time I failed.It was as simple as that. Letting Isaac live? I had no real explanation for why I did what I did. The only thing I knew was that Mena told me to listen to my heart, and it answered for me."I knew there was no r
MenaJulian walked over to his little bar and showed off his three special bottles. "What do you want to drink? Tell me.”I examined each bottle, picking it up to inspect it closer before letting out a deep sigh. I knew I couldn’t touch it, but looking would be alright. “I think I should probably take the one without alcohol.”He looked surprised. "You don’t drink?" Julian questioned."I do...just not now," I replied, setting the bottle back down gently.As Julian looked down at my stomach, I wondered if he knew what I meant. “Hmm,” he hummed, not going into it any further. He grabbed another bottle, waving it in the air.“I think this one is for you,” he poured me a drink. Then he led me to a sofa."You remind me of my niece," Julian started talking as soon as we sat down. He swirled the drink in his hand. "I haven’t seen her in a while, but she’s just like you."“What am I like then?"Julian smiled, "You’re soft, determined, and have these curious eyes—like you want to know everythi