The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

Too Late to Say I Love You

Giovanni was a raging pit bull. He punched, and he punched, and he punched. First the boxing bag, then his underlings. But even after letting off steam, he was still brewing mad inside.

“Oww, Boss, that’s enough. I give up.” Bobby bowed his head, waving his white flag in surrender.

Fuck! He’d thought he’d be rational by now. It’d been almost an hour since his return, but he was still fumingly mad.

And now, just thinking about Jay had his blood boiling again. And the only way to alleviate the symptom would be to keep punching.

It started off with him taking swings at the punching bag, but when his underlings started spouting out Jay’s name, he started punching them, too. So, they boxed, all in the name of a game, except he told them to take it seriously. Fight him like a true opponent. But none of them could hold a torch to his skill, and even Bobby had fully surrendered.

“Finnie, you’re next.” He flicked a finger in Finnie’s direction.

“No, Boss. I’ve had enough, too. Any more, and I’ll be black and blue tomorrow. People would say I’ve been domestically abused.”

“Domestically abused, my ass. It was just a few fucking punches. You shitheads are just a bunch of fucking pansies. Get out,” he yelled.

And his underlings all scrambled out of the gym. If Heath were here, he’d be a worthy opponent, but he was out, keeping an eye on Jay.

Who the fuck knew what she was up to behind his back?

He felt a bit guilty though, for lying to her, saying how she wasn’t one to talk about trust, when in fact, he was the one who lacked in trust. Even when they had agreed that she was fine to travel alone to university and back, despite being the lover of a mafia boss, he’d still put parameters on her, without her knowledge or consent. He’d always managed to keep tabs on her.

Despite all those precautions, though, he was still caught off guard. The knowledge of Jay having that boy as a friend still surprised him.

Fuck! The thought of that boy had him steaming up again. He smashed his fist into the wall, broke the wall, and retracted his hand to see a bleeding fist. That still didn’t help relieve the pain in his heart, nor reduce that ugly green-eyed monster called jealousy, residing in his chest.

Damned right he was jealous. And damned right he was pissed. Pissed at everything since they had arrived back from Singapore.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

The pitter-patter sound of rain against the window was getting louder. He walked to the window and stared out at the garden, the naked statue outside taunting him with that smug look. Jay used to say he looked like that statue.

Jay…

His heart ached.

When was she coming back? It had already been two hours. And this bloody rain wasn’t stopping anytime soon. Should he go out and find her? It was like a flood outside.

Despite the mean things he’d said to her earlier, he still loved her. Like he had told her before, on the night she was intoxicated by the alcohol, he didn’t care if she wasn’t his Jennifer. He loved her as she was now. Jennifer was his past, but she was his present and future. It was a shame that she couldn’t remember their conservation from that night. If she did, she would have known that he didn’t mean any of those harsh words earlier.

He promised himself that when she came home, he’d tell her everything, remind her of everything they had spoken about that night. The moon, the stars, and the Earth. And that kiss. Of how he loved her. He’d tell her again and again, until she wouldn’t forget it, until those words were like scars engraved in her heart.

Another hour flew by. He grew tired of worrying and waiting. He was about to dial Heath’s number when his phone rang.

It was Heath. “Boss, Jenny is gone.”

“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone?”

“Jay’s been kidnapped.”

His heart dropped like a bomb.

I love him. I love him. I love him. That’s the first thing I’d tell him when I get back home. I’d tell him every day that I loved him, so he would know my real feelings.

Yes, that’s the plan. And I hoped I wasn’t too late. It was now almost three hours since I’d told him to go home. He looked really pissed off. But I wanted to talk to Crispin first. And now that that was out of the way, I could focus all my attention on him.

He should be fine. Once he saw the gift I bought for him, he’d be over the moon. This was my own personal money that I had saved up from way before I became his maid. I was planning to use that money to fund university, but Giovanni said he’d pay for it. Now, there wasn’t much use for it, except to buy him this gift. His birthday was coming soon. He’d be twenty-eight. I’d been with him for a little over four months now. But those were some amazing four months.

Thinking back, it really was a blessing in disguise. He’d helped me out on so many occasions. When Pa had left, I didn’t have the money to pay for the rental property. I was practically destitute. But being his maid allowed me to have a roof over my head. And now, being his lover, allowed me to have all the money in the world. But I didn’t care for that. What was more important was his heart. I loved him because of his heart. So, I really hoped he would like my gift for him.

But my plan was ruined by the rain and by some random black van blocking my path. And then it happened. I’d seen it countless times before in the movies, but I never thought it would happen to me.

One guy swung open the door and dragged me into the van. I kicked and screamed, crying out for help, when another guy smothered my nose and mouth with a damp cloth.

Chloroform!

I was being kidnapped.

Oh, dear Ma up in heaven! Please help me. I didn’t want to die yet. But my world was slowly fading, and soon it turned black. I sank into a deep oblivion, the only thought running through my head was of Giovanni.

It’s too late now to tell him I love him. It’s too late now to give him this gift. It’s too late…

I woke up to a soft bed and a bright peachy ceiling as my vantage point. Where was I? Where was Giovanni? This wasn’t my bedroom. I didn’t recognize anything here.

Through my hazy sight, I saw some shadows. I tried to get up, to see better, but I couldn’t see them. All I could make out were their muffled sounds.

I tried getting up again and this time succeeded. I was about to get out of the bed when one of the shadows emerged into the light.

“Jen, how are you feeling?” the shadow said. And it made me freeze.

That voice. The name ‘Jen.’ There was only one person in the whole world who would call me by that name.

I turned to that voice and saw her, that face I recognized even in my sleep.

Tears shed in my eyes. My heart choked in my throat.

Brown hair, beautiful big eyes, and a bright smile that any guy would fall for.

My sister, Amelia.

The End of book 3