His Mafia Bride

ALINA

Before they all left, one of the maids had taken the liberty to show me all around Dante’s gothic yet heavenly mansion.

The brilliantly lit hallways stood awe inspiring in illuminating our paths. I couldn’t keep count of how many doors I was being led into.

From Dante’s study room, to the room which had all the cleaning supplies installed in them to the laundry room, the magnificent spacious library with beautifully designed shelves that looked like they were carved from the finest of woods. They were arranged alphabetically in rows and different books were stacked in them. The library had this aura of ideas, imagination and knowledge oozing all over as a result of the different antique of books stacked in the shelves.

Dante even had a mini game room stacked with game equipments which got me surprised. I never knew he had a fun side.

Now, I was in the kitchen in preparation for the arrival of his guests.

I wondered who Dante was inviting over?

Could it be women?

I wouldn’t be shocked anyways. He looked like he could fuck any thing wearing a skirt.

Dante’s kitchen was huge. It seemed like a dinning room. A long shiny marble kitchen counter laid in the middle, separating the broad kitchen into two parts.

Various cupboards and carved stools of different designs were littered all around. The rays of the sun gave off rainbow specks  to the grey tiles of the kitchen wall as it hit them.

I opened various cupboards in search of flour, sugar, butter, milk, eggs and baking powder. A simple yet quick and delicious breakfast of pancake was what I wanted to prepare.

I was very hungry and I didn’t need anything over the top. My family usually loved my pancakes. Father would drool for it and mother praised me non stop so I was fully confident that Dante and his guests would also enjoy it.

I tightened my apron which was already wrapped around my waist and fixed the hair net in a more comfortable position to suit me before starting to cook.

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Half an hour had already passed as I applied finishing touches to my meal.

I had prepared four large stacks of pancakes with enough toppings and I had already set the dining table.

The slamming sound of the front door opening and closing accompanied by masculine voices made me know that Dante’s guests had arrived.

Quickly, I cleared the kitchen. Not like it wasn’t already spotless but I just felt like doing it again, making sure everything was in place.

“Finally. Took you three long enough” Dante’s voice boomed as he alighted from the stairs.

“Something smells delicious. Dante did you cook?” I heard a deep voice ask Dante.

Laughter erupted from their midst.

“Can Dante ever cook?” Another voice rhetorically asked trying to contain his fits of laughter.

“I got a… a maid. I got a maid” it took a while for Dante to complete the sentence.

My heart seemed to shatter hearing him call me that to his friends.

Couldn’t he atleast give me the dignity of addressing me as his wife and not a maid? I quickly cleaned any traitorous tears that was threatening to slip out of me the moment my ears picked up sounds of approaching footsteps.

“So you are the chef behind this masterpiece”

I spurned around immedately and my gaze landed on three muscular men with Dante standing in their midst.

I didn’t know who made the statement but I smiled knowing that they acknowledged my skills.

“Dante your maid is beautiful. I’m Fabio princess” one of the men stood out and took my hand, planting a kiss on it.

My face flushed and I tried hiding my smile. He raised his head allowing me to quickly observe his features.

He had round hazel eyes and a line that broke through his cheeks when he smiled at me, making it seem like dimples.

I caught glimpses of Dante rolling his eyes at us.

Jealous perhaps.

“And I am Luca gorgeous. Your meal looks so alluring. I honestly can’t wait to taste it” another complimented me and introduced himself.

Luca was really handsome. He was tall like the rest of them and also muscular too. His hair was a mixture of dark brown. His cheekbones were high and his jawline was sharp. His eyes were deeply honey coloured and they looked so amazing. He was really the most good-looking out of the three but not compared to Dante.

What the fuck?

Did I really think that?

I inwardly shook my head to stop myself from thinking about Dante’s features any longer.

Standing close to Luca was the third man with a smile protruding out of his lips.

He had his arm crossed and his eyes were fixed on me.

It got me feeling a bit self conscious.

“You both should stop trying to flirt with her. Dante might just rip your heads off” he finally spoke with a chuckle.

All the while, Dante remained silent and unbothered.

Well he seemed unbothered.

“I’m Enzo dear” he introduced himself with a handshake.

He had grey eyes, light pink lips and his hair was caramel coloured. That was fascinating.

“So dear what’s your name?” Luca asked as all three men stared intently at me.

“Alina” I replied softly.

“When did Dante hire you?” Another question was thrown at me by Enzo.

“It’s none of your business. Alina get us food now. I don’t want to repeat myself” Dante harshly interrupted us as he turned to leave.

“You three stop staring at my maid and come with me now” Dante ordered rudely. I watched the men follow Dante leaving me by myself.

With a sigh, I hurriedly began arranging their meals.

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“Here you go Mr Luca” I said softly as I carefully put down his plate of pancake on the dining table, making sure not to break it.

He gave a nod of appreciation including Fabio and Luca but Dante just shot me dagger glares as if telling me to get out of his sight.

“God these are amazing” Fabio praised as he took a bite out of his pancake.

I smiled softly and turned to go to the kitchen.

I had already separated my own meal from theirs.

I quickly grabbed the hot syrup cup and scurried back to the dinning table.

I attempted to drop it next to Dante but clumsily my legs slipped and I evidently spilled the hot contents on Dante’s thighs.

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Now I’m dead.