Maid for the Italian Mafia
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MAID FOR THE ITALIAN MAFIA
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 125
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
Series
A Man Who Knows What He Wants
Bratva Bear Shifters
Lairds & Ladies
Russian Underworld
This Book
Maid For The Italian Mafia
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Series
A Man Who Knows What He Wants
Bratva Bear Shifters
Lairds & Ladies
Russian Underworld
Newsletter
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2019 by Flora Ferrari.
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
Book 38: Royal Romance
Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery
Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby
Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter
Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter
Book 59: Virgin in New York
Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby
Book 61: Possessive Protector
Book 62: Possessive Australian
Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
Book 64: Possessive Cowboy
Book 65: Summer Romanced
Book 66: Possessive Prince
Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend
Book 69: Possessive Firefighter
Book 70: Football Next Door
Book 71: Doctor December
Book 72: Possessive Canadian
Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire
Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop
Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
Book 79: Possessive Russian
Book 80: Baseball Mine
Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive
Book 82: Instalove Island
Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend
Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss
Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor
Book 86: Possessive Portuguese
Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop
Book 88: Russian’s Obsession
Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas
Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot
Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day
Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker
Book 93: Italian Mountain Man
Book 94: Aggressive Russian
Book 95: Possessive Valentine
Book 96: Possessive Hunter
Book 97: Dad’s Russian Mafia Friend
Book 98: Russian Teacher
Book 99: Australian Obsession
Book 100: Russian Next Door
Book 101: Dad’s Irish Friend
Book 102: Nanny for the Russian Mafia
Book 103: Best Friend’s Dad
Book 104: Basketball Babymaker
Book 105: Possessive Veterinarian
Book 106: Brother’s Fireman Friend
Book 107: Brother’s Canadian Cowboy Friend
Book 108: Summer Vacation with Dad’s Best Friend
Book 109: Dad’s Italian Mafia Friend
Book 110: Dad’s Irish Mafia Friend
Book 111: Dad’s Football Friend
Book 112: Possessing His Dancing Queen
Book 113: Brother’s Cop Friend
Book 114: Halloween With Dad’s Best Friend
Book 115: Claimed By Her Boss
Book 116: Possessive Rider
Book 117: Dad’s Ex-Biker Buddy
Book 118: Possessive Undercover Cop
Book 119: Falling For Her Boss
Book 120: Claiming His Fashionista
Book 121: More Than Dad’s Best Friend
Book 122: Thanksgiving With Dad’s Best Friend
Book 123: Bossy Italian
Book 124: Christmas With Dad’s Mafia Friend
Book 125: Maid For The Italian Mafia
BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS
Book 1: Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Best Friend
Book 2: Babysitter For Dad’s Russian Mafia Bear Friend
Book 3: Dad’s Bratva Bear Friend
LAIRDS & LADIES
Book 1: Possessive Highlander
Book 2: Taken By The Highlander
RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD
Book 1: Brooklyn Bratva
Book 2: British Bratva
MAID FOR THE ITALIAN MAFIA
Times are tough and the only job this unskilled, curvy young woman can find is as a maid at the home of Matteo Milano, an Italian Mafia boss.
I keep my head down and mind my own business, not asking questions, but this shy quirky girl who prefers books to boys, quickly starts to question the desires she has for this tall, dark and dangerous older man who lives in the shadows.
When I walk in on him touching himself and moaning my name, I think I’m in danger of losing my job, the only way I have to pay my bills and stay off the street.
But he tells me the only thing I’m in danger of is him, with his uncontrollable desire for my curves, my sincerity and the shyness that expresses it, and my innocence that he’d give anything to have.
I’m scared to put myself out there for a guy, especially after what happened last time. No way I can risk something like that again, especially when I’m not even sure I can trust the sincerity of Matteo’s intentions.
But he says his only intention is to be my first and only, and make me his, always. And he won’t stop until there’s a ring on my finger and a baby in my belly…and there’s no way he’s letting me go without making me his…forever.
*Maid For The Italian Mafia is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER 1
Mandy
My hand clenches the cleaning rag, balling it up in my hand the second Matteo Milano steps into the living room. I try and keep my eyes down, making sure not to make direct eye contact as I was warned.
As my fist slides forward my knuckles drag over the top of the oak table I’m polishing, a stark contrast from the last pass of my rag when my hand was relaxed, my palm flat.
My forearm tenses and then begins to shake. I take a deep breath in, trying my best not to be obvious and then slowly releasing it. Everything I try and do to remain calm is failing me right now, but in reality what in the world could work.
Matteo stands six foot five and is packed with muscles. As he buttons the last button on his white shirt, the Roman numerals XXVI on his right pec muscle disappear from sight. But when he rolls up his sleeves there’s more ink carefully aligned on his forearm. It appears to be some kind of saying, or slogan or something…not that I’ll ever get close enough to read it myself. Heck, from the distance he keeps from everyone I haven’t even been able to tell what language it’s in.
My back shoots straight and I pull my shoulders back as the sound of his wooden soled Gucci oxford lace-ups glide across the marble floor of his estate. He glides more than he walks, and covers more ground with one step than anyone I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a retired professional athlete the way his movements are so precise, like I’m watching an anatomy and human movement documentary at the same time. And from the looks of those muscles that are attached to the sides of his neck, the way his thick chest projects up and out, and the power in those thick thighs and hips propel him forward, there’s no reason for me to believe he couldn’t fill in as a linebacker for any NFL team he chose on any given Sunday.
But his life isn’t about sports. I’ve never even seen him glance at a TV, aside from the security cameras in his office which I was allowed to enter only once, and that was briefly. Matteo is all about business, and not the kind you find in Forbes magazine…at least not the kind that could be publicly traded or you could brag about at cocktail parties…not that I could ever picture him at a cocktail party making small talk.
No, Matteo’s business is the kind that no one talks about but everyone knows. As Little Italy’s most feared Italian-American, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what Matteo does isn’t exactly above-board.
As he moves closer to me I try and focus on cleaning, but my eyes move upward, trying to take in the sight of him as long as I can…just making sure to avoid eye contact. I tuck my chin and try and make it look like I’m focused on the table in front of me, but he has this magnetic pull on me…and not just my eyes.
I swear I feel the floor shake ever so slightly as he moves closer yet, and I imagine this beast of a man walking right up to me, grabbing me and taking me right here and now on this table that surely cost more than I’ll make this entire year keeping his estate slash mansion slash villa slash whatever you call these gigantic quote unquote homes, that the uber wealthy live in.
Gabriele’s elbow finds my side and I turn my head completely so there’s no doubt I’m not looking at Matteo. As I do I make eye contact with Gabriele, Matteo’s maid who I’m here to help, it’s clear to see her lips are pursed as she looks down her nose at me.
You know what I told you, she mouths, and I shake my head.
No eye contact. Mr. Milano must never be distracted from the constant plotting and scheming that’s going on in his head. I couldn’t even imagine running a multi-billion dollar empire in addition to juggling the idea that your adversaries are literally out to kill you twenty-four hours a day.
At least the district attorney said Matteo’s business is over a billion dollars, although how could anyone actually verify that? I guess this house, which Zillow appraised at seventy-seven million dollars is a pretty good indicator that he’s in, or definitely approaching, ten figure territory…the three comma club.
But like most things Matteo never speaks about his wealth, or anything at all for that matter. He didn’t even speak at my initial interview, just sat in his Italian leather chair in the corner and watched as Gabriele grilled me with question after question, making it clear to me that she had copies of my credit report and other personal data in front of her.
I didn’t bother asking her how she came to obtain those, and I also didn’t bother asking myself why I didn’t run for the door the moment I realized what I was interviewing for. There was just something so…so primal…so interesting, about this whole situation.
I’m a voracious reader and I like nothing more than when a character goes down the rabbit hole, although of course not in such a way where she’s too stupid to live. Call me crazy, but I actually feel safer inside the walls of Matteo’s castle.
I don’t know if it’s the big, burly guards at the guard house…the metal detectors, or the constant surveillance, but in a weird way it’s reassuring. Out in the streets there are people darting every which way…pickpockets sizing you up on the bus, the subway, even just walking down the street. But here, I feel safe, yet alive.
I feel calm in the sense that nothing’s going to happen to me…at least nothing that I don’t want.
But what I don’t understand is why I’m having these fantasies about Matteo. Why am I suddenly attracted to such a bad boy?
Maybe I’m naive. Maybe I’m just young and learning about myself. I’m not totally sure, but I know for a fact that I’ve never met anyone like him in my eighteen years. Imagining the boys my age or the teachers at school trying to compare themselves to someone like Matteo is a complete joke.
Matteo brushes past me, and my breath quickens. I take in the scent of his cologne, and close my eyes so I can take a long, deep inhale of his woodsy scent. Is that Hugo Boss? I wouldn’t know. I’m not the kind of girl who can afford brand name scents at the perfume counter. And I certainly don’t know men’s scents. I’ve never even been kissed, except for that one time, but that doesn’t even count. My blood boils just thinking about it, and my trust is still damaged from what that boy did to me.
I’ve already imagined Matteo ripping him apart limb from limb for what he did. And damn did it ever feel good, not just for the revenge factor but sexually as well. I had no idea how erotic violence could be, but then again I’ve learned a lot about life, and myself, in this first week that I’ve been in Matteo’s home.
With Matteo now past me an
d continuing towards the kitchen, most likely, I don’t try and hide my wandering eyes. Even the man’s glutes are rock hard, his back wide enough that I could climb it like one of those indoor walls that rich people who can afford sports like that go to.
It’s like the rest of the world melts away as I just take in the sight of him, and just as he leaves the room and enters the next he turns back and locks eyes with me for the first time ever.
I freeze, feeling my cheeks heat and the sound of my trembling hand bouncing up and down on the table.
Shit, Mandy…pull yourself together.
There’s no doubt he can see me blushing, yet his expression doesn’t change one bit. His pupils dilate and I swear he’s looking at me like a feral wolf who hasn’t eaten in weeks and has come down out of the hills to claim something it can most certainly prey on…human flesh.
What am I thinking? Curvy, introverted girls like me don’t attract men like Matteo. He can have anyone he wants. His body looks like it’s carved out of the same marble that makes up so much of his home. He even looks better than some of the statues that are strategically located throughout the home that I’m paid to polish each week. And he’s rich, and according to the press half of the world’s most famous heiresses, models, and actresses are trying their damndest to attract his attention…and the other half have given up after years of unsuccessfully trying.
“Mandy! The polish is running off the edge of the table,” Gabriele scolds.