Let me wipe your gun clean

Leona widened her eyes hearing what a ridiculous punishment it was. Personal maid? What a load of crap! She was sure she already read that kind of plot in some of the web novels she discontinued to read after a few chapters. The female leads were always forced to do some lewd stuff while acting as personal maids of their male leads. Although there were many readers who loved those kinds of romance stories, Leona was one of those who were disgusted by it. It was because she clearly knew the difference between fantasy and reality.

To clear her doubts, the ginger-haired woman asked Ignatius directly, "What will you make me do?"

"What do you think?" he leered at her.

She thought hard about what she’d tell the man as she hugged herself. She then remembered that underneath her loose shirt, she had no bra! No wonder that pervert was looking and taking that tone of voice with her!

Wishing that the man would not make her do anything lewd, she then responded as an attempted suggestion, "Probably wipe your guns clean."

"Why would I let you touch my revolver? However, if you're interested in touching my other gun, you're welcome to do so anytime," Ignatius smirked.

It took Leona five seconds too long to understand what he was talking about as she subconsciously lowered her eyes to the spot in between his widely spread thighs. After writing so many action-romance stories, Leona’s brain started to develop a set of working protocols of its own. She roughly estimated the size of the gun in his pants and only snapped back to reality when she heard a voice too smug at her trance.

“Like what you see?” the mafia don smirked and Leona combusted into a shade of rose.

However, the flirting lilt soon took a darker turn with the change of glint in those metallic eyes.

“Do not ever attempt to escape this place. If you do, your brother will be done for.”

Leona expected the man's threatening, and if he was an ordinary bald and macho thug, she would have gotten more frightened. But the man in front of her was so hot and his voice was damn sexy that Leona forgot her values and motto in life. Even when he was playing the part of the devil that made children cry, Leona found it difficult to resist the temptation to sell him her soul. Scratch that, if he demanded her life, she might have considered too.

The demons that were whispering at her to look a little longer almost succeeded but Leona quickly pulled herself together. No, she couldn't let herself be charmed by the kidnapper!

Ignoring Leona’s internal battle, Ignatius called one of his men to lead her to a small room where the janitorial supplies were stored. In the corner of that room was a floor-mounted mop sink, and she was ordered to clean her dirty feet and arms, and wash her face before she started cleaning around. It made sense though, she looked like Santa Claus who just got into a chimney!

After wiping herself with a face towel, she was given a pair of rubber slippers, an apron and a pair of rubber gloves that did not fit her very well. They were all too big for her thin body, but what could she do? Beggars could not be choosers.

Leona started to put the cleaning materials into the empty, plastic bucket. She contemplated when the last time she cleaned the bathroom of her crappy apartment was because she was too busy writing her novels. She facepalmed when she couldn't remember! What if she did a poor job in cleaning? Would she be given a worse punishment?

Biting back a groan and praying that cleaning was as straightforward as it was, Leona lifted the bucket and almost dropped it when Ignatius appeared behind her.

"Come with me," he said curtly.

Like a lost lamb led to a slaughterhouse, Leona followed with her the bucket. She only prayed that they did not make this too difficult for her. She heard some stories before about how some mob bosses would make their subordinates lick the floor of the bathroom to prove that it was squeaky clean. She certainly did not want to do that!

Ignatius' bedroom was a luxurious, modern-styled room with black walls. Underneath the king-sized bed was a large gray carpet, and Leona was shocked when she saw what kind of bathroom the mafia boss had. His bathroom’s walls facing the bedroom were made of glass.

It was the first time she had seen a bathroom so exposed outside! Who in the world thought of this idea? Could a person even concentrate on pooping in such an exposed place?

Yet, a more curious part at the back of her mind wondered if this was bulletproof glass. Maybe the glass wall was some kind of high-tech auto-blurring glass that would become opaque when it was occupied much like the public toilet concept in Japan. Smart glass sounded very much like a rich person thing as well and Leona wanted to believe in it very badly. Otherwise, it would be a cheap porno film concept where the mafia boss could watch people bath from the comfort of his bed.

"You may start," Ignatius told her.

He waited for her to go inside, then sat on his bed facing his exposed bathroom. He could see the confused Leona looking around the bathroom as if she was looking for a dirty corner where she'd start cleaning.

Leona started sliding her finger on the sink and on the metal shelves. What the heck, they're all clean, so why was she led to his bathroom? The kidnapper might just be mocking her! After seeing the state of the bathroom, Leona was now convinced that it was Ignatius’ excuse to legally peep at people showering from the comfortable bed.

Seeing him stare at her, Leona slowly started taking out the cleaning supplies in the bucket. She should at least pretend to know how to clean. He wouldn’t notice the scratches that she might make on this expensive floor tile, right?

When Ignatius saw that Leona was about to start cleaning, he called one of his lieutenants.

"Chrisvan, I need the background check done on Leona Sandersmith. Send it to my email."