Chapter 8

• Jordan Miller
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• Alessandro definitely wasn't thinking about me.
• He'd said he'd give me a job but still had to think of something. It had been a week. A very boring and unproductive week since I wasn't doing anything useful with my life.
• I'd expected Alessandro to think of something within a few days so I could go back home, but it seemed like I was the least of his problems. I barely even saw him. He was always out working. If he wasn't out, he was in his office, still working.
• I knew the mafia was a dangerous thing, but I didn't know what exactly they dealt with apart from drugs and firearms. Alessandro must be doing more than that though because he was always fucking busy. It was infuriating.
• I had nothing to do in his house either. I didn't have my phone or my laptop to keep me busy. I couldn't leave the mansion. Once, I was casually strolling around and giving myself the tour Alessandro or his men never gave me, but as soon as I reached the door, the guard on duty shooed me away, back into the mansion. I wasn't even allowed to stare at the fucking garden.
• When I'd told the guard this, he directed me to the balcony that was connected to my room, informing me I could admire the garden from up there. I almost kicked him in the shin, but he had a gun on him and I didn't have a death wish.
• Sighing, I exited my room for the umpteenth time that day. Even if I had to reason to be prancing around the house, I couldn't stay in my room forever. I couldn't be trusted with my thoughts.
• They were dangerous, eating me up from the inside, and reminding me that I had no one to come for me. I had to fight my battles on my own and I had to be smart in doing those.
• Slowly, I stepped into the dining area and froze at the number of eyes that met mine.
• Apart from the day Alessandro had summoned all his dealers, I hadn't seen so many men in the mansion at the same time. Sure I'd seen a lot of unfamiliar faces, but they were only a few at a time, in usual groups of twos or threes.
• This though, was unnerving as it seemed like they were all watching my every move.
• I took my first step. Someone scoffed. My eyes followed the sound to see a guy with brown mop-like hair, staring at me with disdain. His grey shirt had a food stain on it, but he didn't seem to mind. "Is Alessandro fucking this one too?"
• Not expecting the accusation, my eyebrows twitched in surprise. He wasn't directly asking me the question, but I felt the need to answer. Unfortunately, another guy beat me to it. This one had a scar running from the left side of his forehead, down to his chin, making it look like he was wearing a kind of half mask. It definitely made him look more dangerous. He looked just as ripped as Alessandro, wearing a fitted tee that accentuated his muscles. "She has a room here."
• Mop-like hair's eyebrows rose to his fucking hairline. "She must be a really good fuck, huh?"
• I decided not to grace him with a reply this time. I took another step, but he wasn't done.
• "How much is he paying you?"
• Scarface regarded mop hair with a look of disbelief. "Alessandro doesn't need to pay for his whores."
• I narrowed my eyes at scar face. I was sure his happy face looked more threatening than my angry face, but I couldn't care less at that moment. I was so done with them talking about me like I was a prostitute. There was a reason I rejected Alessandro's offer to sell my body for sex and it wasn't so that they could talk about me like this.
• "Good thing I'm not his fucking whore, huh?" I snapped sarcastically.
• Scarface just watched me with interest while mop hair stood up, the chair scraping noisily against the floor as he pushed it back. The other men at the table merely watched as mop hair stalked towards me.
• At the same time, I was afraid, but I also wasn't. I was afraid because these men were trained to kill within seconds; he could have my head on the table in a minute if he wanted to, and he seemed to be harboring resentment towards me.
• On the other hand, if Alessandro wanted me dead, he would've killed me himself. He didn't kill me that day in his office, even if I thought I was going to die by him strangling me. He would've killed me when I called him a selfish cunt, but he didn't, which meant he wanted me alive, and his soldiers wouldn't go against him.
• Mop hair was standing directly in front of me when a hand suddenly pushed him back, the other hand dragging me with him. Despite me being dragged by Carlo, I managed to shoot Scarface and his accomplice deadly looks.
• "You'll get yourself killed, and I promise you it wouldn't be by the boss." Carlo fired as soon as my ass met the stool by the aisle. "What is even wrong with you? Do you know how dangerous the men at that table are?"
• "Aren't you one of them?"
• Carlo looked like he could strangle me at the moment, but I couldn't see any reason why he was scolding me. I didn't even do anything wrong!
• "They're not as tolerant as Alessandro has been, Jordan. Hell, I don't even know why Alessandro hasn't killed you yet."
• My mouth fell open. Carlo wanted me gone too? Like Scarface and mop hair, was he also one of those who didn't like my presence? "Maybe, because I haven't done anything wrong to him. I'm innocent."
• I wouldn't consider myself innocent though. I manipulated people to get what I wanted. I sold drugs to people; something that was against the law. If anything, I was deserving of punishment, but not by Alessandro's hands since he'd done worse to humanity and one of the most important rules apart from Omerta, was that you didn't kill the innocent.
• Carlo's tongue poked his cheek, frustrated. "I really did make a mistake hiring you."
• "Clearly." I scoffed.
• His eyes darkened. Just like Alessandro, most of the guys around here didn't like being disrespected. Did I have to respect them just because they were men? I didn't see that happening any time soon. "Let me tell you something important, Jordan." His tone portrayed sympathy for me. My eyes narrowed immediately. "Your stay here will be a lot more enjoyable if you learn to keep your pretty little mouth shut. You don't want to make anyone here your enemy."
• While I didn't agree with the idea of watching what I said because of the men, he was right. My goal here wasn't to make enemies. Did I even have a goal here?
• I just wanted Alessandro to have a change of heart and let me go on with my life. I knew it was damn well near impossible though. I had absolutely no desire to stay here for longer than necessary and I'd already done that.
• Knowing I had nothing to refute his warning with, I settled for. "But they were the ones attacking me." My eyes watered. I wasn't going to cry, but it wouldn't hurt to make him think I would. "It's not like I even asked to be here. I was locked for crying out loud. I don't need to be called a slut to add to that."
• Carlo's eyes softened at my admission. "I'll talk to the men, but be careful around them."
• "I'll try. All I wanted was to get my means of living back, not to get caught up in this mess." I responded with a shaky breath, looking away.
• From my peripheral, I watched as he hesitantly brought his hand up to cup my face, turning it to face him. "Jordan," he sighed. "With your smart mouth, I can't guarantee you won't get in trouble with Alessandro—"
• I chewed on my lip, cutting him off. "I can't help it sometimes. He gets on my nerves." I grumbled. I didn't know if I imagined it, but the faintest smile crossed his lips. It was gone as soon as I blinked though, and he shot me a stern look instead.
• "Don't let him hear you say that, but if Alessandro wanted you dead, he wouldn't let you waste another second breathing. You're in luck, so try to ignore the other guys who want you to give them a reason to hurt you and focus on staying alive, okay?"
• "Okay," I whispered.
• "Good." Carlo smiled. "Now, go to your room."
• I opened my mouth to protest, but he raised an eyebrow at me, causing me to roll my eyes. "Fine."
• I jumped down from the stool, making my way out. I didn't want to pass by the dining again, but I had no other choice. Walking past the table, I hastened my steps, still managing to catch the words of one of the men. "At least, she has a nice ass."
• I smirked internally. I'd worn shorts as usual, but instead of wearing a big shirt, I put on a tank top. Glad to know someone noticed it.
• I took the stairs two at a time, not caring about the fatigue it brought to my calves. I really needed to work out more. Instead of going to my room like Carlo had told me though, I headed for Alessandro's room, frowning when I pushed open the door and didn't see him inside.
• Then, I smacked my head with my hand. Of course, he would be in his office. Again, I ignored Carlo and went back downstairs, heading for the hallway this time.
• It was already past eight, so I figured he'd be home, but he also wasn't in his office when I checked after knocking once.
• Frowning, I heaved a sigh. Was he still out working? It wouldn't be the first time, but I wanted to talk to him this time. Dejected, I dragged my feet slowly across the hallway, stopping when I came in front of Patrizio. "Hey, Pat."
• "Oh, hey Jordan." He looked surprised to see me as if he'd forgotten I was still in the house. I couldn't blame him. I hadn't seen him after he'd taken me to my room. "What're you doing here?"
• "Looking for Alessandro. He isn't in his office."
• I expected him to tell me that Alessandro was out, but his reply satisfied me. "Yeah, I have some work to do in there. Check his bedroom though, or the room five doors down this hallway."
• Patrizio didn't wait for my response before he excused himself, shutting the door to Alessandro's office behind him. Knowing that he wasn't in his room, I decided to try the room five doors down.
• Just like I'd done when I'd checked his bedroom, I flung the door open, coming to a stop at the sight before me.
• There lay Alessandro, a brunette under him. The brunette was cuffed to the bed and was also blindfolded. Alessandro's eyes met mine, not seeming shocked to see me as he continued to pound mercilessly into her.
• They both didn't care that I was having a front-row seat to them fucking. In fact, it seemed like they were even more turned on at the prospect of being watched. I didn't want to admit what watching them did to me.
• Alessandro kept his eyes on me while I was still frozen in shock as he brought his hand upward, wrapping his hand around her neck and squeezing it. She moaned even louder. As I watched him fondle and suck her breasts, I felt strange sensations in my body.
• His thrusts became brutal and the chick screamed. I couldn't blame her. It was like I could feel it too and he wasn't even inside me. The only sounds I could hear were my heavy breathing and the sloppy sound of him entering her every other second.
• I turned around sharply with a breath that sounded too much like a whimper. "I'm sorry." I apologized for the interruption, even if I didn't really stop what they were doing, and bolted out of the room faster than I could say fuck, and slammed the door. The noise quietened, making me wonder if it was a soundproof room. It was very much possible. It was Alessandro we were talking about here.
• That night though, I couldn't sleep. I was restless. I was only able to fall asleep after touching myself, imagining myself in the brunette's place, bringing myself to an orgasm when I recalled the way Alessandro looked at me. Only three words registered in my head before my brain fell asleep.
• I was fucked.