Maid for the Mafia Boss

“F— it. What the hell are you thinking, Laiza?” Zeke said to her. Laiza just smirked.

“I reported you, why?” she said childishly. You witch!

Steven approached annoyingly and slapped her.

“What are you? A child? Do you even know that Brylle is just adopted?” He retorted. This is the first time I saw Steven like this. He’s goofy primarily and jolly. Laiza tried to punch Steven, but Devon immediately held her hand and glared at her.

“Stop it already Laiza, you even made a story. Pathetic” Laiza stopped with eyes widened.

Katie approached me, and I asked her to look on Brylle.

“He just fainted because of fear, but we need to check on him to make sure.” I nodded and let her carry Brylle.

Theo then approached me.

“Come on, Nassandra. Laiza has a strong kick. You have to be checked too” I shook my head and wiped the blood on my lips.

“No, Theo. I’m fine. Just check on Brylle.” He frowned when I stood.

“What are you going to do?” They all looked at me. You can clearly see the irritation in Zeke, Steven, and Devon’s eyes while Erick, Maxence, and Clara are serious. Dale, on the other hand, is smirking.

“I’m going to talk to Keian. He misunderstood, so I’m going to tell him.” Theo was obviously not impressed by what I said, also Zeke.

“You can’t, Nassandra. He’s too mad. You might get hurt.” I heard Maxence saying. This is the first time he talked to me. I shook my head again.

“I don’t care.”

“Nassandra!” I looked at Zeke coldly when he called me. He was shocked by it.

“Please, just make sure Brylle is safe this time.” I coldly said. His eyes widened. I don’t know, but I felt something I shouldn’t. I don’t want to talk to them yet.

I turned away from them and went upstairs.

When I reached Keian’s bedroom, it’s tranquil. And it’s giving me chills. I’m expecting to hear the breaking of things, resentment, and everything. But there’s nothing.

Without saying anything, I opened the door and entered Keian’s room.

The room is dark, and I almost can’t see the whole room. I opened the lights and saw Keian sitting on the sofa smoking?

On the ground, things were scattered. That’s why I can’t hear anything. The room is already messed up…

I looked at Keian blankly, and he returned it by looking at me sharply while smoking his cigar.

“You shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for your health.” He raised an eyebrow at me and dropped the cigar. He held the glass of alcohol at the table while looking at me.

*crash*

The glass shattered, and the alcohol inside of it spilled. My eyes widened when I saw Keian’s bloody hands.

Suddenly he approached me and locked me in his arms while his hands held the door at my back.

*Slam* he punched the door while just staring at me.

“What do you know about me? Why do you care about my health? Why?! What DO YOU CARE?!” he angrily asked. I stayed quiet and let him.

“WHY?” He shouted. My eyes stayed on his eyes that later shed a tear.

I held his cheek and wiped the tear from it. He grabbed my wrist and took it away from his face.

“Keian,” I said. His gaze softened as he let me hold his face. He brought his cheek closer to my hand.

“Why?” He weakly asked. Keian hugged me and brought his head to my neck.

“Damn you, Nassandra. What are you doing to me?” He said sadly. What should I say? Even I don’t know what’s happening to me.

He moved his head away from my neck then touched my cheek. We stared at each other.

“He’s my foster son, Keian. Not biological. What Laiza said that Zeke is the father is not true. Please believe me.” He frowned and thought for a moment.

Smiling, he looked at me again.

“I believe you, Nassandra” he put our foreheads together.

“Thank you.” I can’t stop myself from crying. What can I do! The situation a while ago was intense!

He wiped my tears from my eyes that are still crying.

“I’m sorry for what I said, Nass” I moved away from him when I remember what he did.

“You should talk to Brylle! Say sorry! And why is Laiza like that? The child did nothing to her!” I said one after another.

He looked at me apologetically.

“I’ll talk to her for what she’s done. And I will do everything for your son to forgive me. I’m really sorry.” I looked at him for a long time while pouting before I noticed his still bleeding hands.

Aishhh! I was supposed to be still angry! Doesn’t that wound even hurt!

My face turned serious.

“Go sit on the sofa now” he raised an eyebrow with my order, where I  also just raised my eyebrow.

“Keian.” I threatened when he didn’t move. He frowned before shaking his head and following my order.

He was about to get the cigarette, but I threw a pillow I got from the floor.

“Don’t you dare pick that up!” he rolled his eyes, then reached for the bottle of alcohol and was about to drink it.

“Do you want to die? Don’t you know that a lot of people die from drinking alcohol?” He raised an eyebrow and slightly leaned his head sideways before dropping the bottle and reclining on the sofa. He looked at me, amused.

“I should be annoyed, but you being so doctory is distracting me” I raised my eyebrow at what he said. I feel like I want to smile, but I stopped myself.

“Aish, shut it.” I headed to the bathroom to get his first aid kit.

I went near him, bringing the disinfectant, cotton, and gauze.

The room suddenly went silent while I’m cleaning Keian’s hand.

“I’m so jealous, Nassandra. I thought you won’t be mine, even from the start.” I repeatedly blinked my eyes at what he said.

“I don’t belong to you even from the start. I own myself. Also, next time let the person explain before you get angry.”

“Yes, ma’am.” A comfortable silence surrounded us again while I’m wrapping his hands with gauze. I know that he’s just staring at me the whole time, and I feel that I’m melting. (Hehe)

When I’m done, I kissed his gauzed hand. I was about to move away when he pulled me and let me sit on his lap.

He touched the back of my neck and kissed my lips. After that, he hugged me.

“Thank you, baby.” I just realized that he likes hugs. And why am I enjoying being in his arms? What’s wrong with you, Nassandra!

“I love you” I was stunned at what he said. What am I supposed to say!? I’m not sure about what I really feel!

He noticed my silence, so he moved my head away.

“It’s okay to not say anything. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll wait.” I nodded my head with a smile on my lips.

Wait… I remember something.

“Who was the one you needed to visit a while ago, at dawn?” I asked. He looked into my eyes and sighed.

“It’s okay not to say. I understand” Keian shook his head and pushed aside a strand of my hair in my face.

“She’s my friend, and she has a severe illness. Her doctor called me at 1:00 am to tell me that she fainted. And fainting is very dangerous to her. She can die, anytime.” Even though I’m curious who really she is, I didn’t ask further about her. I just nodded and leaned on his chest.

“Thank you for sharing” he kissed my forehead and rested his chin on my head.

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He continued caressing my hair. I was about to fall asleep when I hear Steven shout.

“Hey, lovebirds!” We looked at the window and saw the boys looking at the open veranda in the room.

Kei glared at the people waving their hands at us below. It’s Zeke and Steven.

“There is some barbecue here!” Steven shouted. They did grill a while ago.

I glanced at Keian, who raised an eyebrow at me.

“You will get down there and say sorry to all of them. Well, except to Laiza, talk to her properly” he winced but nodded his head.

“The things I do for you,” he mumbled. I smirked at his reaction.

I’m about to stand, but I suddenly felt pain in my stomach.

“Ow!” Keian worriedly looked at me.

“What’s wrong?” I shook my head at him and sat on the couch, panting.

“Laiza really kicks hard.”

“WHAT THE F—!?” he shouted, his face darkened. He gazed at me sharply. Luh? Why me? It’s me who was kicked!

“When we go down, you will immediately go with Katie and Theo so that they can check your injury. Understood?” he strictly ordered. I winced at what he said.

“Eh? How about the barbeque? I’m getting hungry!” he just looked at me badly then carried me towards his walk-in closet.

“If your injury is severe, you won’t be able to eat any barbeque,” he coldly said.

“Oh no! Eh—”

“Change your clothes. You’re still in your rash guard.” I looked at my clothes, and I just remembered that I was at the pool before running to the mansion because of that b—witch.

“But–*slam*” I raised my head to complain, but he already closed the door of the closet. What the! My barbeque!!!